Momma and I met Uncle Lij at the restaurant like we do every Monday. But half the tables had big Xs on them and we couldn’t sit there.
They didn’t stagger them, so we sat across from a table full of people.
As we got in the car, Momma said that was it. We’d be doing Time Out now.
I didn’t think I had done anything bad. After I finally stopped crying and Momma figured out the problem, she said she didn’t have a better name for it.
Time Out just meant we were not going places and visiting people.
Uncle Micah wasn’t going to meet us tomorrow anyway. He has been staying in his house for two weeks already.