I love riding roller coasters. Even the ones that twirl you through a bunch of crazy loops, hang you upside down, and throw you against the side of the ride as it whips around curves. Like a roller coaster, certain chapters remind me of the moment you get to the top of the first hill, and for a brief second, the “car” hesitates. Some people might snicker. Some might look nervously over the edge. Some grip the steel bar securing them in, while maybe whispering a prayer. Chapter Fifteen is that hesitation.
“Supper was about as perfect as perfect could be, despite the earlier drama and what had happened with Uncle Ray.”
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