whizzer do you think...?

our family is falling apart

jason:

whizzer do you think our family is falling apart?

whizzer:

so i guess marvin told you

jason:

yeah. i'm really sorry about you two.

whizzer:

you have nothing to be sorry for, but thank you

jason:

does this mean i can't text you? or can't see you?

whizzer:

oh no no! of course we can still talk jason

whizzer:

i can still come to your baseball games and we can grab food after or just walk around in central park or whatever

jason:

that's a relief

whizzer:

i'm glad

jason:

and, uh, i doubt he told you this but there was a bit of an incident with my mom the other day

whizzer:

oh god

jason:

he showed up at her new house with mendel to pick me up. he had the wedding invitation in his hand and he ripped it up and threw it on the floor.

whizzer:

there's more isn't there?

jason:

dad slapped mom across the face

whizzer:

and where were you when this happened?

jason:

um i was right there...

whizzer:

oh no jason you had to see that? i am so sorry

jason:

like you said- it's not your fault. it does really suck though. i've heard them fight and i've seen them fight, but i never knew it to get physical

whizzer:

are you okay?

jason:

i am yeah. mendel already made me talk about it with him for what felt like years and then i had to talk to dad so i'm good on that front, but maybe we could get ice cream or something?

whizzer:

i have tickets to a new broadway show if you want to come with me on saturday. we can get ice cream ;)

jason:

that sounds fun, thank you

whizzer:

no problem! i'll pick you up at your dads at noon

a/n:

my other book had been taking a lot of my time recently because i was writing my big, final chapter (go check out backstage crash!). anyway, i hope you guys are looking forward to the little part two of this where they see the mystery show.

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