The Visibles
“We huddled under an umbrella near the open plot, waiting for everyone to arrive from the funeral home.
Steven sniffed behind me. Last night, when I slipped back into the house, I found everyone in the kitchen. “Are you okay?” my father asked. “We couldn’t find you.” He was crying. In front of everyone, like he always did. Huge tears ran down his face. I hated him for crying. I hated that Samantha was standing there, an entertained little smile on her face, taking it all in. She’d seen where I’d gone and told Steven, I figured. She’d ruined everything just because she could.
And I hated that I said something to Philip. It seemed as if the whole world had heard. I was certain my father would next turn to me and say, So you’re sure I’m going to pull another snow globe incident again, huh? Some daughter you are.
I hated all of them last night. After I kicked my shoes off, I sneered at my blubbering father. “Steven’s going to join the Marines,” I spat, tasting acid in my mouth.
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