She turned and waved a wooden spatula at me, half-cooked eggs splattering onto the stove. Curvy hips, puffy lips, and huge eyes that Mom loved but made me look like a demented kewpie doll.

Even in scrubs she made me look dull with my gray eyes and plain brown hair.Īnd somehow I ended up more.round than her. Mom had this glorious blonde hair that was stick straight and sparkling hazel eyes. Only she could wear head-to-toe polka dots and still manage to look good.

She stood at the stove, dressed in her polka-dotted scrubs. I had decided to ignore my inner compulsive streak and let the boxes be damned today, when the smell of something familiar tickled my nose. At least since we'd gotten here, even though she was still working like a demon, she was determined to be more in my life. She'd finally given up on that option and decided we needed to drive far away. Then it seemed like she wanted to be as far away as possible. It certainly was half a country ago.Įver since Dad died, Mom had started working more and more. The Mom before Dad had died, the one who used to curl up on the couch beside me and read one of her trashy romance novels. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry.Ĭrying didn't change the past, and Dad would've hated to know I was still crying three years later.īut I missed Mom, too. It was where he'd been born, where he met my mom, and where everything had been perfect.until it all fell apart. Leaning against the wall, I rubbed the palm of my hand over my forehead.Īnd Florida was Dad. It wasn't that I missed Gainesville, the weather, my old school, or even our apartment. Florida was gone - eaten by the miles we'd traveled in Mom's mad dash to start over. We would have to drive into Petersburg to get our mail. The closest place was Petersburg - a two or three stoplight town near a few other towns that probably didn't have a Starbucks. Ketterman was unincorporated, meaning it wasn't a real town. It even had a turret - a freaking turret. Even more than I hated being here.Īt least I'd finally stopped jumping at every little creaking sound since moving to West 'By God' Virginia and this house that looked like something straight out of a horror movie. I hated the idea of boxes sitting around. We'd been here two days, and there was still so much left to unpack. Not entirely, but it was important to me. According to my mom, 'Katy's Krazy Obsession' was my whole life. Not being able to do anything with my review blog since moving here was like missing an arm or a leg. I stared at the pile of boxes in my new bedroom, wishing the Internet had been hooked up.

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