Embers on the Wind: A Novel by Lisa Williamson Rosenberg

Author:Lisa Williamson Rosenberg [Williamson Rosenberg, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little A
Published: 2022-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

Timothy

Her hand is cold. I don’t like to hold hands, but I don’t mind holding hers because it is cold so that there’s no sweaty, sticky feeling like when Barrett touches me after eating cheese, and when he stops touching me, there’s still Barrett on my skin from the cheese. Barrett always eats cheese and then touches me, especially when I tell him about giant mosasaurs and plesiosaurs which he doesn’t like. Barrett knows that I don’t like him touching me with cheese on his hands, but he does it anyway to make me stop talking about Mesozoic marine reptiles.

Mom did not let anyone eat in the car while we were on the way here. We stopped at a restaurant for lunch and got burgers so there wouldn’t be fighting between me and Barrett or tears from me because I don’t like the way it smells when people eat in the car. Barrett’s burger had cheese even though I cried because I knew he was going to touch the cheese and then try to touch me. Dad said it had to be okay for Barrett to eat cheese sometimes and that it wasn’t fair for my issues to dominate what people ate.

I don’t like when Dad talks to Mom about me as if I am not there, because whatever he says sticks in my mind. Like if Dad says to Mom, If you keep indulging him, he’s never going to learn to act like a regular kid, then I will think and think and think about how a regular kid acts and then I don’t know how to do it and that makes me so mad and sad. Then Mom says, He’s seven years old, not an infant. He can understand you! And that makes me wish that I were an infant and not seven because then I wouldn’t know what it was like to be me. It upsets me to hear them fight about me, and then I hit myself because it makes me hate me to cause them fighting. And when I hit myself it makes Mom and Dad stop fighting so they can grab my hands and stop me from hurting myself. I keep trying to hit myself until Dad gets my arms tight behind my back and holds me so tight which I like because then I know everything will stop.

Mom took me outside after Barrett’s cheeseburger came because I screamed and hit myself and people at the restaurant were staring at us. Mom said Dad would make sure Barrett washed his hands before he got back in the car, which would leave Grayson alone at the booth where we were sitting but that’s okay because Grayson is thirteen and knows what to say to waitresses and bus drivers and the men who come to fix things at the house when Mom and Dad are busy.

When Dad, Grayson, and Barrett got back in the car after lunch, Dad said he didn’t want to hear a peep out of anyone for the rest of the ride.

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