him so。 But then my granddad pulled me aside and

we both retreated to our own little corners of the house。

Pacing around my room; I had the urge to go talk to Lyta。 To tell her that she was right;

that Dad was way out of line。 But I could hear her

through the walls; crying and screaming while my mom tried to calm her down。 Then she

stormed out of the house to who…knows…where; and my

mom took up with my dad again。

So I stayed put。 And even though the earth quit quaking around eleven o'clock; there were

tremors out there。 I could feel them。

As I lay in my bed staring out the window at the sky; I thought about how my dad had always

looked down on the Bakers。 How he'd put down their

house and their yard and their cars and what they did for a living。 How he'd called them trash

and made fun of Mr。 Baker's paintings。

And now I was seeing that there was something really cool about that family。 All of them。

They were just…real。

And who were we? There was something spinning wickedly out of control inside this house。

It was like seeing inside the Bakers' world had

opened up windows into our own; and the view was not a pretty one。

Where had all this stuff e from?

And why hadn't I ever seen it before。

The Dinner

By the time I got home; I knew it would be selfish of me to boycott the Loskis' dinner party。

My mother had already spent a