I’m Going Home (…Did I just quote a phony song!?)
As I said in my last post, there were hunks of ice forming on my head and I thought I’d die of pneumonia. I decided I’d visit my sister, Phoebe, once more in case I died, so I went home. That can probably tell you how much I care for my sister. Every hardship becomes immaterial to me when she’s near.
Anyway, I walked all the way home from Central Park. While it was a crazy thing to do with the freezing weather, my home wasn’t too far.
Yeah, my family lives in a hotel. I used a day picture so you could see it better.
Anyway, when I got there, the regular elevator boy wasn’t there. That gave me the perfect chance to get to my family’s apartment unnoticed. I told the new elevator boy I was going with another family, the Dicksteins, in the same floor where my family lived, and when we got to the floor I left for their apartment. Only, when he returned to the lobby, I left for my family’s apartment. Mom and Dad were out on a party and they left my sister with the maid, who was half deaf, so I wasn’t noticed. Remember how fond I am of my sis? Well, she’s just as fond of scrawny old me. She wasn’t bothered when I woke her up, and we talked about many things. She always listens when you talk. She really does.
Anyway, I didn’t have anyplace to go, and I couldn’t sleep home (even old Phoebe thought they’d kill me for getting the ax again), so I called an old teacher of mine, Mr. Antolini (the best teacher I ever had), and asked him if I could go to his place. He said I could go right away, but I didn’t go until Mom and Dad arrived. Man, they almost caught me! If it wasn’t for Phoebe noticing them, I couldn’t have hid and I’d have been in some deep trouble! Anyway, I left for Mr. Antolini’s house when my mom entered her room. I didn’t care about being caught anymore.
