Hmmm. I have to admit, having to take my 12 year old to counseling would normally be a chore I dreaded, just because of my work schedule and the inconvenience of the appointment time. But, when I am trying to get a book finished, it is my guaranteed one hour of reading without hearing “Mom, she looked at me!” 20 times an hour (OK, a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my point, right?)
So, I say “You have to get ready for counseling”, only to hear “I don’t wanna go”, only to say “You have to go. If you don’t I have to pay $50.00 for the missed appointment.” True statement.
More true? “If you don’t go, Mom does not have a guaranteed hour of reading time so she can get further in this awesome book!” Ehhh, the way I see it, we both get a much needed hour of therapy 🙂
I am not much further, but I did manage to get past the point of Abra crying and her parents dreaming; each seeing a different number carved into her chest, 11 and 175. I was surprised when the September 11th connection was made; I certainly did not see that coming. And as it always does, I immediately thought about where I was when I first heard the news that day.
How are you liking the story so far?