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management。
No one was listening to him — no one ever does when he gets on one of his if…I…ran…the…
circus jags — but for once Mom wasn't even pretending。
And for once she wasn't trying to convince Lyta that dinner was delicious either。 She just
kept eyeing me and Granddad； trying to pick up on why
we were miffed at each other。
Not that he had anything to be miffed at me about。 What had I done to him； anyway？ Nothing。
Nada。 But he was； I could tell。 And I pletely
avoided looking at him until about halfway through dinner； when I sneaked a peek。
He was studying me； all right。 And even though it wasn't a mean stare； or a hard stare； it was；
you know； firm。 Steady。 And it weirded me out。
What was his deal？
I didn't look at him again。 Or at my mother。 I just went back to eating and pretended to listen
to my dad。 And the first chance I got； I excused myself
and holed up in my room。
I was planning to call my friend Garrett like I usually do when I'm bent about something。 I
even punched in his number； but I don't know。 I just hung
up。And later when my mom came in； I faked like I was sleeping。 I haven't done that in years。
The whole night was weird like that。 I just wanted to be
left alone。
Juli wasn't at the bus stop the next morning。 Or Friday morning。 She was at school； but you'd
never know it if you didn't actually look。 She di