Chapter Eighteen

Karl has big

dreams now. It makes

the sadness in

the pit of

my stomach

grow

bigger

and

bigger.

 

I can’t

explain

it.  He says

he’s going to

go to

cooking school

and become one

of the world’s

greatest

chefs.

 

I wonder if

it’ll

happen.

 

It’s not

the first time

he’s had

wild dreams

like these.

 

They’re some sort

of warning sign

to me.  I feel like

I’m the only one

who sees

it.

 

The angel-boy

has been

too good to

really

be

true.