I lay in bed, thinking that this vacation had brought both the best and the worst days of my life. I felt tired, and I hadn’t even gotten up yet. When I remembered that it was also the last day to do my stupid assignment for English, I pulled the pillow over my head and wriggled down farther under the covers. Mom knocked, then came in and sat on the end of my bed. “Morning, sweetie,” she said. “You were already asleep when I got home last night.” “Yeah. I was zonked.” I wondered whether Memaw had told her about Dirty Dan. If so, maybe Mom was going to tell me what I should do. But what she said was, “I have to go into work again, Skeet. I can’t believe it. Veronica is still claiming to be sick, and I’ve got no one else to cover for her. I was hoping we could do something together today, something special, since I’ve hardly seen you this past week.” “It’s okay,” I said. “It isn’t okay, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” she said with a sigh. Then, giving me a wistful little smile, she asked, “So, what are your plans for the day?”
