Chapter 8
"Sammy, it's been forever," Craig repeated as he and Sammy sat outside on the bench in front of the school with their lunch.
"Yeah, it has," Sammy said.
"Anything new?" Craig asked.
"You start first. How's your dad?"
Craig's face turned puzzled. "I e-mailed you and wrote to you that my dad died," Craig said.
Sammy rolled her eyes. "You know I have a short term memory, and lately I haven't been getting any mail," Sammy said. "My mother actually reads my e-mail before I get to."
"Really?" Craig asked. "I had to sneak your letters up to my room when I was living with my dad. I moved in with my stepfather and half sister."
"Yeah, I remember that from an e-mail," Sammy said.
"So what's up with you?" Craig asked.
Sammy bit her lip, her sandwich was still in it's wrapper—suddenly she didn't feel hungry. Her vanilla Coke sat in front of her, untouched. "Craig, there's something I haven't told you," she said.
I knew there was something Sammy wasn't telling me, Craig thought. "What?" he asked.
Sammy bit her lip again only harder tasting blood in her mouth. She turned and picked up the messenger bag she carried around as a backpack that had a skull on the front. She pulled out a small black leather book that she kept photos in. She pulled out a recent picture of Gabriel, it was taken outside at their old house in Germany, and handed it to Craig.
"Is he your brother?" Craig asked.
Sammy shook her head. "He's my son, Craig," she said.