Chapter 51

• Not quite true, as Emma would notice seconds later. As she approached my bed, she looked and saw that my hand was moving up and down under the sheet, about where Tom's crotch would be.
• At first, Emma hesitated, but then sat down on the bed, next to where Tom was lying. Her eyes were fixed on the movement of my hand. I continued talking to her as though nothing was going on in front of her. "Isn't it awesome that we don't have school today?" I said.
• Emma answered in agreement, but still, her eyes were focused on what my hand was doing. We talked about what we might do the rest of the day. Maybe we'll go sledding, I told her. Or just stay inside and drink some hot chocolate.