Kadie knocked on the door, but wasn’t sure her polite tapping would be heard over the conversation and motion inside. She rocked back and forth on her heels for a couple of moments longer before deciding that it wasn’t worth it.
Even if she knocked again—even if by some miracle someone did hear her and let her in, what was she going to say? Was there anything she could say to make her brother’s see reason? Was there anything that could be done that wouldn’t make her brothers automatically assume she was taking the other’s side?
Mom could have always gotten them to calm down, appealed to the better nature or brotherly love and understanding or maybe just some motherly magic—but she had been a memory longer than she’d been Kadie’s Mother now. Dad at least had commanded some authority, some high level of respect that meant that their fights wouldn’t happen in the house, certainly not in the living room—screaming so loudly to rouse Kadie from sleep, and—from the sound of it—smashing perfectly good furniture.
But Dad was gone now too, and the excuse that the boys were just “angry as a symptom of grief” was wearing very, very thin. Kadie stared at the door for half a second longer before giving up. She turned, and without really thinking about where she was going, she made her way through the house, out the door and onto the street. She was so angry that she was three streets away before she realized she wasn’t wearing shoes. Maybe this was her taste of the rage that her brother’s seemed to have felt since birth. Still, Kadie wasn’t about to go back there and scream and throw things until she got her way. That just wasn’t the way she wanted to handle it.
She found herself in front of Sean’s house. She wouldn’t have to explain it to him. He’d known them since they were all little. He’d seen how her brothers got unsupervised. He wouldn’t ask any questions. Well, he might ask why she didn’t stop to put on shoes before walking halfway across town, but, she could handle that. She might even ask him to borrow some socks.
She didn’t even have to knock. Sean heard her coming up the porch steps and met her at the front door. Maybe it was time for Kadie to reconsider what she called home.