I grabbed a handful of spaghetti and threw it at the wall.

Mother gasped. Grandmother ducked. Jasmine edged toward the door. I grabbed another handful and threw it the other direction. “There!” I shouted. “Is this what you want?”

LIKE FLEAS ON WHITE BY DARCY CASEY #46

I took a deep breath, bracing myself, and rang the doorbell. My parents’ house was the big white one on the dead-end road, not too far from downto…