Fire Solves All Problems Perfectly pt 29

You wave to your sister on her blanket, spitting on her hands and looking at you through the window with goggling eyes; there’s a new playpen in the other room your mother doesn’t want to use in case they have to return it, bought with credit along with the new recliner and the new table and the new couch. Your father tells her she’s being retarded. But what if something happens? she says to him in the middle of the night that you can hear through the vent between floors. She says this a lot. And every time your father tells her that nothing bad’s going to happen because he’s Superman, and then the bed starts creaking like sex and you turn up fan in your room so you can’t hear, pretending to sleep when your father, still erect in his drooping briefs, comes upstairs to turn it back off.