I decided that to find out what was wrong with them, I would have to observe them.
Unfortunately, I didn't really get a lot of time to do that.
Maybe something was really wrong with daddy and it was making mom worry too. Maybe something at his job had gone wrong.
For a moment, I considered that maybe he'd gotten in trouble with the law somehow...
Oh man, what if... what if dad had done something illegal? What if he had done drugs.
I stared wide eyed at my bedroom wall for a minute and considered that.
I tried to imagine my dad smoking pot.
I broke into hysterical laughter. Shrieking laughter. I had to cover my face with the pillow for a few minutes and then ended up lying down on my face doing that for some time. I got up a few seconds later, still laughing a little, new and different tears forming in my eyes. A whole different kind of tears. Tears of laughter.
I smiled and sniffed back the remainder of the tears and my now runny nose. Oh how silly...
Well if that was it, then why didn't they just tell me what was going on?
Surely they knew I would still love them...both of them, no matter what they did...
I thought of my dad smoking a pot joint again and broke into laughter all over again. I went back to lying down on the pillow doing it and ended up sitting up again, holding it to my face, bent over the side of my bed, double, laughing hysterically into it. When I finished, I sat up straight and pulled the pillow away from my face again, still giggling a little. It was just too funny. My dad, Vice Principal Hedrick Chapman, doing weed. Smoking pot. It was just too great...
I kept imagining him with a bunch of stoners outside of my school during school hours smoking pot and cracking up a little as I paced around my room, thinking of a plan.
Suddenly it occured to me.
Tomorrow would be a sick day...