Matts always been the one to explain things to me. Mom had her writing
and Jonny, and Dad was at work (for as long as he was here), so Matt was the
one I turned to. I dont think hes psychic and maybe its just because hes
three years older than me, but whenever Ive had a question hes seemed to
know the answer.
You dont think anything is going to go wrong? I asked him. Its not
like the meteor is going to hit us. Its just the moon.
I know, he said. But things might get a little crazy tomorrow night.
Phone lines might get tied up, people calling each other. Sometimes people
panic even if theres no reason.
You really think people are going to panic? I asked. Around here, it
just seems like an excuse for teachers to give us even more work.
Matt laughed. Teachers never need an excuse for that, he said. Anyway,
I figured Id find you all home tonight and itd be a good chance for me to
I miss you, I said. Im glad youre coming home.
Me too, he said. He paused for a moment. Are you still keeping that
journal of yours?
Yeah, I said.
Good, he said. Be sure to write about tomorrow. Youll probably enjoy
reading all the details twenty years from now.
You just want me to keep a record of all your clever sayings, I
replied. For your many biographers.
Well, that, too, he said. See you in a few days.
When we hung up, I couldnt figure out if I felt better because hed
called or worse. If Matts worried, then Im worried.
But maybe all Matt is worried about is getting through his papers and
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