Mom jingled the dinner bell and called; “Hors doeuvres are ready!” and then saw me still
standing in the hallway。 “Bryce; whered your sister and
the boys go?”
I shrugged。 “Down to her room; I think。” “Go tell them; would you? And then e have some
hors doeuvres。”
“Sure;” I said。 Anything to get rid of the taste in my mouth。
Lytas door was closed。 And normally I would have knocked and called; Mom wants you;
or; Dinner! or something; but in that split second
before my knuckles hit wood; my hand became possessed by Evil Baby Brother。 I turned the
knob and walked right in。
Does Lyta freak out or throw stuff at me and scream for me to get out? No。 She ignores
me。 Matt…and…Mike give me a nod; and Lyta sees
me; but shes got her hands over some headphones and her whole bodys bobbing up and
down as she listens to a portable CD player。
Matt…or…Mike whispers; “Its about over。 Well be right there;” like of course I was there to say
it was time to eat。 What else would I be doing there?
Something about that made me feel; I dont know; left out。 I wasnt even a person to those
guys。 I was just baby brother。
Nothing new there; but now it really bugged me。 Like all of a sudden I didnt fit in anywhere。
Not at school; not at home … and every time I turned
around; another person Id known forever felt like a stranger to me。 Even I felt like a stranger
to me。
Standing around eating little round crackers smeared with whipped cheese and fish eggs
didnt do much for my mood either。 My mother was
acting like an entire swarm of busy bees。 She was everywhere。 In the kitchen; out of the
kitchen。 Serving drinks; handing out napkins。 Explaining the
food; but not eating a thing。
Lyta didnt buy Moms explanation on the hors doeuvres — she wound up dissecting hers;
categorizing the parts into gross; disgusting; and
revolting。
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