My dad called me into the living room, where my little brother was already waiting. Ted was in grade nine and pretty cool in an obsessed-with-multimedia kind of way. He was holding his video game controller, but the TV was turned off. He looked wary, as if Dad were about to send him to boarding school in Siberia. “What’s up?” I asked, climbing over the arm of the sofa to sit cross-legged beside Ted. As a general rule, I avoided sitting on the sofa. It was sort of a silent protest. We used to have a big chocolate-colored couch like a velvet mud pit, waiting to suck you in. Old and ugly, but unbelievably comfortable. Then Mom started reading home décor magazines and bought this “camelback sofa.” It was called that because there was a hump along the back. It was also about as comfortable as sitting on a camel. So I usually avoided the sofa. This time the disadvantages were outweighed by the advantages of sitting by Ted — he hated it when I sat too close to him. Surprisingly, he didn’t complain.
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