Now they were two days in, with one stop at the pharmacy and stops every day at the gas station and not always off-grid small ones and eating gas station food, and sometimes picking up liquor and paying with the credit card, which was supposed to be for emergencies, and no stops at the barter fair. Was it because they were behind on rent, because Adante had talked to Fred and Melissa about food? Maybe it was because the Moms wanted to trade some of Adante and Janay’s finger-knitting crafts or Mom Gina was going to tell her poetry, or because there was a peace action at the border. Actually they had lived at the dead end house until two days ago, when the Moms shook all of them awake and said they needed to go.
A hat could only get to so many places when you were living most all your hours in a house at the end of a dead end road with the nearest neighbor a five minute walk through woods, across fields, and hopping fences. The Moms had taken it, which they wouldn’t admit. They said the neighbors didn’t like brown kids either and were all homophobes.Īdante didn’t even have the hat anymore. They said homeschooling was better, that being out in the world corrupted a person, that regular school didn’t embrace brown kids.
They said that not having supper, breakfast or lunch would teach them a lesson. THE MOMS SAID IT WAS RIGHT FOR ADANTE AND HIS SISTERS TO LIE ON THE COLD BASEMENT FLOOR WITH THE EYE MASKS AND NO BLANKETS.
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