Lying on his back, arms tucked under his head, he scanned the room carefully. He kicked off his sneakers and bent to peel off his socks. There were times Kenny cried like a baby, over something he knew was missing in his life. Then he stepped out of his life, like a fading ghost. Slumping on his bed, Kenny thought of dad who had been gone since the winter the boy had turned nine. How could she think about marrying again? What's wrong with her…gee whiz, mom. I'm upset.' Echoes of his feet attack on the stairs soon faded away. Each step stomped out a message, 'I'm upset. 'Why didn't you ask me how I might feel?' Without giving his mother a chance to answer Kenny grabbed his schoolbooks and rushed out of the room.Ī steady drumming of foot-thuds could be heard as he pounded upstairs. 'I knew it! I just knew it!' he exploded. More often lately.and yes, it has been discussed.' 'Well Kenny, you know James has been coming around 'Mommm,' an impatient whine dragged on his tongue. He kept his eyes steady, a little sad at his mother's discomfort. What would she say? Would she even answer him? He often thought of mom getting married again, but to James?
It was just the other day he reminded her, dad had left three years ago. She always looked around the room when she was stumbling for words. He waited for an answer as he noticed his mother's nervousness.
