Chapter One
We were on our way to Dad's house and Mom was driving with both hands clamped
tightly around the wheel as if she had me by the neck. I had been snapping my
seat belt on and off and driving her nuts by asking a hundred what if's
about Dad. She'd been hearing them for two weeks already and wasn't answering.
But that didn't stop me. What if he's not nice? What if he hates me? What if
he's as crazy as you always said he was? What if he drinks and gets nasty? What
if I don't like him? What if Grandma tries to put me in the refrigerator again?
What if they make Pablo sleep outside? What if they don't eat pizza? What if I
want to come home quick, can I hire a helicopter?
"Yes," she said to my last question, not really listening. She was
taking the long roller-coaster way to Pittsburgh, which was up and down about a
million mountain backroads, because she was afraid of driving too fast on the
turnpike. As she said before we loaded up the borrowed car, "My license is
slightly expired and I don't have ... read full excerpt from Joey Pigza Loses Control ebook
