Jenny looked like she'd seen a ghost. She grabbed Sean's arm and bolted out the door.
That night, I clung to the dented, broken trophy in my arms and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning came fast.
Sitting on the dining table was a brand-new set of matching couple of small bowls. One for Sean, one for Jenny.
I shot an icy glare across the table at them.
Sean spoke to me in a soft, placating tone. "Suzy, Jenny tend to be a stickler for pairs. When the old bowl broke, she insisted on buying a whole new matching set."
I ignored him completely. That lousy explanation was worse than no explanation at all.
After breakfast, Sean announced he was taking Jenny to the company with him to work.
It was absurd. She was supposedly too depressed to go to school, but suddenly she was well enoug
