Somewhere between the back patio and the house…we lose Michael. Raul and I open the door to Ms. Fuller’s bedroom, where the computer is…but are stopped in our tracks when we see her sitting there. Ms. Fuller: May I help you two? We didn’t want her to know why we were there and we never…
We finish our video game and hurry outside. Raul leads us to the detached garage, rather than the abandoned lot out back. I suspect that he’s still not 100% ready to trust Michael to not tell on us. There’s no car in the garage, which surprises me. Instead, there is a small sofa, radio, and…
In the few days that I’ve been here…I’ve gotten used to a certain routine. But, I guess that routine doesn’t apply on holidays. I wake up to an empty room and walk into an equally empty kitchen. Ms. Fuller isn’t there filling our morning with song as she usually is. I walk into the living…
