Work in Progress - Emily

 
There are all those eyes again. 
Who are you? What do you want?

I whisper my answers.  Grizzly squeezes my hand and disappears behind the eyes.  "Don't come home this late ever again."

Don would be just as grumpy if we came home at 3 p.m.

"Who are you talking to?" Big Sister says.

Big Sister.  She's the imaginary friend I can't control.  Her hair is blonder than mine and longer.  And she doesn't seem to mind if a whole tribe of fairy girls joins us for breakfast at my aunt's house.  Big Sister orders take-out - syrupy waffles, bacon, and fries.  Grizzly complains about the whale behind the sleepy cover and why no one bothered to cook eggs.  "Isn't Thom starting school? Where's your aunt?" Grizzly asks.

We make so much noise, my aunt wakes up.  She sounds as if she sucked on a helium balloon.

"It's 3 a.m."  She says.  And then I point to the Halloween wig on my head.  I flat ironed the cotton candy hair and put on long, silvery earrings.

"Wear it if you want, but I'm going to bed," Grizzly says.

"Go through life over," Aunt Ally says.  It's as if she knows Grizzly took me to see the psychic.