It was an extra two hours of vacation, time that I had worked hard for and—my manager assured me—I deserved. Though it meant starting my workweek a little behind, I was grateful for the opportunity to ease into my fall routine. The questions and uncertainties that collected in our house like a fine layer of dust were making a muddle of my already-confused mind. It didn’t help that after our picnic confrontation, no one said another word about Michael’s proposed trial. I wondered how they would react if they knew about Parker. The thought made me shudder. Grandma tried to make the first day of school special by baking her famous cinnamon rolls and letting Daniel smear his with lots of real butter and peanut butter. And I caged my worries and chatted cheerfully, filling the hour before school with mindless conversation that was intended to put my boys at ease. My little plan seemed to work wonders with Daniel; by the time I told him we needed to leave, he was already wearing his backpack, waiting at the door.
What do You think about Beneath The Night Tree (2011)?
