The thought of how she would treat him tomorrow and the day after frightened him. Would she treat him like she did when he was seven years old?
He woke up the next morning to find his mother had laid out a clean set of clothes on the chair for him. “Well,” he thought, “at least she didn’t try to dress me.”
He dressed and went to the bathroom, then went to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother set a bowl of oatmeal and a bear-shaped plastic container of honey in front of him before pouring a dollop of heavy cream over the oatmeal from the half-pint carton she had taken from the refrigerator. Thomas stared up at her wondering how she expected him to eat without silverware.