MR. SELNICK’S FUTURE
When I get home from school, every cabinet in the kitchen has been thrown open. There’s a mess in the living room, too.
“Looking for something?” I ask Dad.
He runs his hands through his normally neat hair, which at the moment sticks frantic in every direction. “Have you seen the candles?”
“I think they’re in my room. I’ll check. Is the power going to go out?”
Dad shakes his head. “Someone’s coming for a reading.”
My heart flip-flops with