Between Sees
I know my mom’s secret hiding places. All of ’em.
I found the first one by accident, when Ronnie and I were playing hide and seek and I tried to hide in my parents’ closet and knocked over the jar of coins. When Ronnie found me, we headed to Loaf ‘N Jug and mom never suspected anything because I know better than to take too much, just enough to buy a bag of sour skittles and pop, or something like that. You can’t get too greedy or you’ll get caught. I learned that from Ronnie. When he took over five dollars from his parents his dad grounded him for a week.
Ronnie’s dad is pretty strict, but he also has fun and takes Ronnie on vacations. They invited me to go with them to Florida this year but my parents said I couldn’t go because his parents are a bad influence because they don’t go to church. I wish my parents would take me to Florida and not church . . . I also wish I didn’t have to do Saturday morning chores. I hate cleaning the kitchen. Probably not as much as I hate stacking the firewood in the garage, but still, I hate it. Even if it does build character.