In the Land of No |
That's what Ma had for weeks, but she never had any solid proof to confirm them. She would routinely talk about them over dinner, but that's all they ever were--suspicions.
But then one day last week, I got sloppy and Sister caught me. I didn't expect her to come home early that day.
She caught me climbing up the basement stairs; she caught me leaving the "Land of No."
Why was I down in the Land of No? Why did I ignore the plethora of muddy sneakers and dirty laundry down there?
I'm not going to say.
All that remains are...
Suspicions.
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