AMY
“What was that?”
I couldn't get my mind over what had happened yesterday. Why did Pete have to storm out of the dinner in that manner? Was he jealous? Of course, he was. I smiled victoriously.
The clatter of plates being stacked was almost deafening, cutting through my thoughts at intervals. I happened to have spent the night with the family since my father had insisted that I help clean the house after dinner yesterday. There are helpers around the house, but Father likes to tell the world her daughter is a good girl.
I had expected so much more from this dinner, but it was disappointing to find that things didn't work out how they should. Pete had left earlier than usual. Father and Sandra seemed to be having an argument too.
“Heard from Pete?” Sandra's voice cut through my tho
