Part 5: Chapter 3

Mad Shannon

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Monday, May 25, 2020
	Never quite know what to do when Shannon is in a mood. She walks around the house with a carpet-drenching raincloud over her head, and if asked what’s wrong, she shrugs and says it’s nothing. 
	It’s obviously not nothing, but if she doesn’t want to talk about it seems like she should stay out of the common areas. Instead, she does the opposite. When she’s happy, she plays her music loudly, locks herself in her room, and throws herself full force into some new project: sketching tattoo designs, creating a website for cosmetology ideas, dying her hair black, etc. 
	Did I mention her hair is black now? Instead of shaving half her head, she has dyed it black. Opal is devastated. Wonder if Shannon considered my daughter’s feelings when she did it.
	Decide to attack the subject head-on. Perhaps this moping is her silent cry for help.
	“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
	“Nothing,” she replies, her nose glued to her cell phone as she slouches into the living room couch.
	“There must be or you wouldn’t be sitting there,” I say plopping down into the sofa chair opposite her.
	She gives me a look out of half-open eyes, and it reminds me so much of Opal that I decide the two are cut from the same cloth. Perhaps that’s why they argue so much.
	“You know what Beatrice made me do?” Shannon asks.
	Feel jarred. “No. What?”