![]() ![]() ![]() His sister Andrea, who had always been different from the other girls, was now more Andrea than ever she was always dressing in costumes, and she wandered lost for hours in her fantasy world, where she imagined witches lurking in the mirrors and aliens swimming in her soup. Alex got out of bed without disturbing Poncho and got dressed, shivering the heat came on at six, but it hadn’t yet warmed his room, the one at the end of the hall.Īlex could feel his family coming apart. In the four years of his life, Poncho had been attacked by raccoons, the neighbor’s cat, and now a deer-not counting the times he had been sprayed by the skunks and they’d had to bathe him in tomato juice to get rid of the smell. Alex was convinced that he had the dumbest dog in history, the only eighty-pound Labrador ever bitten by a deer. But it had been raining and raining for more than a week-a real deluge-and on top of that, Poncho had been bitten by a deer and didn’t want to move. On those days, the only relief was to escape, to run along the beach with Poncho until he was out of breath. There had been a lot of days like that since his mother got sick sometimes the air in the house felt heavy, like being at the bottom of the sea. He decided that this was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when it’s best to stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad. Alexander looked at the clock: six-thirty, time to get up. ![]()
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