Changes

Cora's not doing much these days, not even leaving her bedroom except to use the bathroom to throw up or to make spaghetti on the stove. The only time dad's talking to her is when they go to the doctors together. The only time I'm talking to her is to tell her about Sterling and the bad things he keeps saying to teachers or the soccer coach and his DUI. Cora isn't being as lippy as she's been in the past which is kind of nice and has made me wish that keeps getting pregnant after she's done with this one. I told this wish to Reggie a couple of days ago when he was over playing Mortal Kombat on the Playstation and he said he would get Cora pregnant when she was done with this baby. I gave Reggie a look like that wasn't the right thing to say, especially since me and Cora look pretty much the same and our voices even sound alike.

"That's cold, Reg," I said. "That's flat cold."

Reggie looked at me and told me he was just joking.

"You think I'd sleep with a girl who has told me repeatedly that I have no penis and am as useful as a fat retard with a crooked skull," Reggie said. "No, thanks, I'm gonna pass on that."