came clomping into the room, wiping grease off his hands. âI heard you talking about
Everybody
!â he said. âThis is going to be so great.â
âWhatever,â I said. âBig deal.â
âIt IS a big deal,â he said, grabbing me off the couch and whirling me around the room and then throwing me back, nearly breaking my neck. âIâm getting the video camera! Letâs interview each other about how it feels to be famous.â He turned the camera on and started this pretty bad voice-over about how weâre going to be in
Everybody
magazine. And then.
Then.
The minute the camera hit Seb, he started an A-1 haywire meltdown freak-out. Whatever Charlotte Ellery wants to call it, it doesnât change what it was.
Which was terrible.
I wonât say what he said, but it was a lot of swearing and yelling. At me. At everyone. When he gets like this, heâs said that he actually doesnât even really see anyone else, but it sure seems like he does. Then he started hitting himself on the head with one of the encyclopedias. I think it was
S
.
It was really hard to watch, but also hard to know what else to do. Sometimes when it happens, I feel like I become part of the wall. I am invisible. And I canât move. I canât look away. What happens to Seb seems totally private, but he does it in such a berserko way that itâs completely public, so you look. Even when you shouldnât. Even when you donât want to.
Dad tried to wrestle the book out of his hands, and the rest of the pile of encyclopedias teetered and fell in a cloud of gold dust. The fan hit the floor and Hortense jumped and meowed so loudly, everything paused for a second while we watched her climb up the drapes. Then Seb let go of the book, pushed Dad off, and ran up the stairs into his room. He was sweating. His hair was soaked.
He slammed the door so hard I could hear Lexâs signed, framed poster of LeBron James smashing on the floor. Then I heard Seb throwing more stuff around. I could see Lexâs jaw working, but he didnât say anything.
Dad sighed and put the camera down as though it weighed a thousand pounds. For a second, he leaned on the table. It almost looked like he was going to cry. Lex went, âIâll go.â
And Dad said, âNo, Iâll do it.â
âI donât mind,â said Lex. âNo big.â
âLex!â shouted Dad. âIâm going.â
âFine,â said Lex. âWhatever. Do your thing.â He sat down on a chair and started tipping it backward.
âStop it,â I mumbled.
âDonât tip the chair,â said Dad. Lex ignored him.
âDONâT TIP THE CHAIR!â Dad repeated.
âSTOP IT!â I yelled. âItâs not Lexâs fault!â
âHEâS TIPPING THE CHAIR!â yelled Dad.
âBUT HE ISNâT WHY YOU ARE MAD!â I shouted.
âHey,â said Lex. âForget it. Itâs fine. Iâm not tipping. See? Nice work, Peacemaker.â
âDonât call me that,â I said.
âGuys,â sighed Dad. âOh, forget it.â
We listened as Dad went and knocked on Sebâs door and Seb screamed, âGo away! Get the #^&@^ out of here!â
Dad called, âGo ahead, guys, go outside.â
âBut . . .â I started.
âGO,â he said. âNOW.â
Dad gets way stressed out when Sebâs in his rage cycle. I should also mention that Dad handles Seb completely differently than Mom does. Momâs done a lot of research and has all these elaborate steps that she follows, and the step sheâd take right then would be to ignore Seb entirely. Itâs part of the chart that she has attached to the fridge.
Dad is the opposite. He always goes in and tries to hold on to Seb and hug him and go on and on and on about how much he loves him until Seb snaps out of it. Mom gets so mad when he does that. She says heâs
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