Dad’s at work with Ava, Mom’s at a soccer match with America, and Angelina is locked in her room doing God knows what. When I knocked earlier to see if she wanted breakfast – don’t ask me why I was suddenly compelled to be nice, I’m still not sure – she screamed at me to go away. It’s just past ten and I have no idea what to do with myself. Caroline has some family trip this weekend, and the rest of my friends are scattered across the state. Tara’s shopping with her sister, Alex, Zane, and Paul are at some comic book convention, and Shanae is visiting her grandmother. I meander into the living room and scan the shelves of movies, searching for something to watch. For some reason my eyes keep drifting over to the second shelf down, third movie from the left. Dead of Night. I haven’t watched it since I met Grant, maybe it will be different. Better? I’m about to pop the disc in the player when I hear the doorbell ring.
