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TAVIA
“You need to take that thing more seriously, Tavia,” he’s saying,
one finger pointing at the ceiling as though maybe the gargoyle’s
in our upstairs rather than perched on the roof.
I barely have time to get in the house before the lecture be-
gins. Earlier I’d been relieved not to have to see my dad all day,
but really that only made it worse. It’s meant that in the back-
ground, everywhere we were and no matter what I was doing, I
kept imagining his response.
Not his words, but the way they’d make me feel.
Effie did her best to keep me occupied, but all day all I could
think was, Dad’s gonna be pissed. No, that’s not it. I know better.
Dad’s gonna be scared. Again.
Now I know that I was right. All my unease—the palm sweats
and acid reflux—was because I know my dad well.
He probably saw the same breaking news I did, and then the
gargoyle returned to roost tonight, the way it’s done for the better
part of three years. It all mixes together and makes my dad terri-
fied and angry.
“Do you hear me?” he demands with a raised voice.
“Rodney.” My mom just has to say my dad’s name and his
eyebrows buckle. Like if she weren’t there, he could spin out easy.
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