Modem. Internet.
All over town. All over the state. For a full ten and a half days.
WHOâS TOP DOG NOW?
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Just because the Israelites took forty years to cross the desert doesnât mean I can live without the Internet for one second longer and, frankly, I have no idea what my dad is talking about anyway.
So whatâs the worst part?
The water.
Or lack of it, rather.
We havenât been able to flush a toilet without using our water containers that we have to fill up every day and lug into the house. I have to brush my teeth by pouring water from a cup over my toothbrush. My mom gave up trying to cook with water from the bottles and now we just get takeout for dinner and she set up one of thoseDunkinâ Donuts coffee dispensers right on the counter next to all the dirty dishes we canât wash. But seriously, the toilet situation is the worst.
And no heat.
No TV.
No Internet.
Did I mention the toilets?
And for some reason that only God or Verizon would be able to explain, no cell service. No talking. No texting. No tweeting.
No toilets.
âIâm cold,â my sister says for the ten millionth time in the last hour.
âWe all are, Nadine,â my mom answers. âPut on a second pair of pants.â
But I know she wonât, because it will make her look fat even when itâs just us who can see her. I, on the other hand, am wearing pajama bottoms, fleece sweatpants, two pairs of socks, a thermal undershirt, a long sleeve T-shirt, a polar fleece jacket, and my dadâs ski vest. Oh, and a hat.
School has been closed for four days. We take our showers at the Y.
We do have a small gas heater so we, all four of us, sleep on air mattresses in the den. My mom hasâcount themâsix carbon monoxide detectors set up around the room.
âDaddy snores,â Nadine says. Sheâs tucked in her sleeping bag like a knish. I can smell her aloe nighttime facial cream from here.
âGo to sleep, Nadine,â my dad says.
We go to bed real early these days. By nine oâclock weâve read as much as we can. Thereâs just nothing to do. I havenât gone to bed before ten thirty since I was in elementary school when my dad used to scratch our backs and tuck us in at night.
âTell us a story, Daddy,â I say. I am wrapped up warm, laying between my sister and my mom and dad. I look straight up, watching the lights from the passing cars outside rush across the ceiling and down the side wall.
Nadine groans but we all ignore her.
My dad is the best storyteller. Everybody knew it. Whenever I had a friend sleep over, I would plead with my dad to tell us a bedtime story, and he would pretend to resist until even my friend was begging him. I think my friend Maggie loved his stories more than anyone. Herdad works in Washington, DC, and she doesnât see him very often.
âAll righty, then,â my dad begins. âOnce upon a time . . .â
I havenât been friends with Maggie since last year. She kind of changed groups or maybe I did. Either way I havenât been friends with Maggie since last year.
A year ago she never would have been friends with someone like Zoe, and then it seemed like one day, she just was. I never liked Zoe. She scared me and I knew enough to stay away from people who scared me. But not Maggie, so when Zoe invited five girls to her sleep-overâone of them was Maggie and one of them was meâI didnât want to go.
âFreida, please. You have to go. I canât go without you. We are twins, remember? BFFs. At least do it for me.â
I knew why Maggie wanted to go so badly. It was like winning the lottery, like getting a chance to see a live Taylor Swift concert from the front row. It was an offer that wouldnât come again if you didnât act quickly. A chance to stay at Zoe Bellaroâs McMansion. Zoeâs mother had supposedly been in an episode of Law and Order or Cold Case . I guess
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