TITLE: The Crescent Scar
GENRE: YA contemporary
Nothing is ever what it seems on the surface. As we pull into the driveway, snow skates across the windshield at 90 mph, while wind makes the car shudder. My entire life has been uprooted, sucked out of one world and into the next where I am like a puny atom in a universe of complete and utter turbulence.
"Are you angry with me? Is that it?" Katherine says, peering through the windshield toward the grey, storm-tossed waves. She's squeezing the life out of the wheel, knuckles white. "I don't have a better solution, so this has to work. It's the best I can do!"
"I'm not mad, Katherine. I didn't say a word." No reply. Not surprising since we've been on the road for three days straight, almost Kerouac style but without the fun parts. Tons of time to talk things over, although we didn't. I absolutely did not want to move away from everything familiar, specially not from warm California to frigid New England, home of those Puritans, but I try not to let that stuff show. I'll do anything not to set her off because unlike most mothers, the Katherine I love is no longer in her right mind.
"Haven't you done enough?" she continues. "What are you trying to tell me?"
As she stares through the sleet-pelted windshield past frantic wipers, I recognize that she isn't talking to me at all. She's ranting at the storm, at the sea.