. . [CHAPTER 4 ] . . . . . . . . . . . . I‘m shocked at how late I am able to sleep in. It’s 11:40 by the time I finally crawl out of bed, which is a personal record for me. But I can’t believe Mom hasn’t been in here to wake me up yet. That’s so not like her. Or maybe she thinks I’m still at Lola’s, though that makes no sense. Whatever the case, I’m beyond ready to get up. However, I’m not sure I’m ready to face the music quite yet. Although it might be best just to get this thing over with—the sooner the better. I wander out of my room, thinking I’ll just spill the beans and get it out in the open. I’ll contritely confess my transgression and beg her to forgive me. I’ll even offer to do some household chores as punishment. And I won’t protest if she grounds me. It’s not like there’ll be much to do with Lola gone anyway. But Mom doesn’t seem to be around. The house looks exactly like it did last night. It also seems strangely quiet. I go into the kitchen and am surprised to see that Mom hasn’t made coffee yet.
