Macy:
I have hated this city, this neighborhood, and this house since the first day my mother pulled me into that driveway. It all looks so perfect from the outside, but on the inside, it is hell enclosed behind four walls. That must be why they say, "You never know what goes on behind closed doors." This house looks perfect from the outside, but if those walls could talk, they would scream.
"What's the plan?" Cain asked nervously. It's already eleven in the morning. He probably feels pressed for time, but not me. I feel calm and ready. After all, I have been planning this invasion for years.
I grabbed a backpack from the truck's floorboard and walked toward the house. Every day from ten to one, Sonny and my mother send the workers away, and they screw or drink or whatever else they wa
