Saturday, September 14th Now: 9:15 a.m. Saturday, September 14th EMMETT SHOWS up promptly at nine that morning, an hour early, and wakes me up by hacking into my phone, attaching it to a speaker, and playing the loudest and angriest song he can find at full blast. Needless to say, he is successful. I keep some violent music on my cell phone. I roll over with a groan and swear loudly in his general direction and do my best to sic the sleeping dachshund at the foot of my bed on him. Sarah, in response, only stretches and repositions herself, licking my ankle before sleeping again. My mom yells at me from her bedroom to use kind language with my friends. Emmett bows out to go to the bathroom, claiming that my mom sent him to wake me up, but the idea could easily have come from either of them, and I am not sure what to believe. I pretend not to notice that his smile is a little strained and that there are bags under his eyes. I forget it the minute that I roll out of bed.
