I could tell by the garage sale that dad got the job in Schenectady. The motorcycle, the fish tank everything is for sale. trying to watch the guys force the trampoline in the moving van was pretty depressing. I think he sold the laptop, because he told us no more Facebook or social media of any type, he was afraid that our friends would find out where we've gone. The phone has been shut off for days, we were told to come right home from school. All of our "see you next year"s seemed pointless, and like a lie.
He's over talking to the neighbors we've never met, in his flip flops, nylon shorts and without a shirt, I hope they don't judge us by his receding hairline, and bad sword/snake tattoo.