
So, I’ve been going over this is my head, like non-stop. I think if we can figure out when Amanda knew she was going to give me the money, then we might be able to find out how. Amanda disappeared the day after she heard my dad ranting on the phone. But if that was the first time she knew about how bad things were then she would have had to get the money THAT night on top of planning and painting her version of the Sistine Chapel on Mr. Thornhill’s car. Do you think she could have done that all in one night? If she did sell her art like angelgirl1011 thinks, then she must have done it weeks before. And that means she knew about our financial situation all along, despite me trying to keep it a secret. Here’s how I remember it:
Why is it that when you don’t want to think about something, you can’t stop thinking about it?
From the second I woke up, the scene Amanda had witnessed at my house yesterday kept playing over and over in my head like some kind of sick YouTube video on repeat. I’d thought about it while I was getting dressed, while I was riding my bike to school, and even while Kelli and I stood by her locker and she tried to recap the entire plot of the Reese Witherspoon movie she’d caught just the tail end of last night. Now I was sitting in history class, hearing not Mr. Randolph explaining the causes of World War I, but my dad’s voice in my head saying the same words over and over again while I tried to figure out what, exactly, Amanda had overheard. Everything, probably. The phone rang while I was upstairs looking for my Scribble Book, and since my dad was practically screaming into the receiver by the time I got back to the kitchen, the conversation had obviously begun a while back. I mean, considering how much she and I have talked, Amanda had obviously known something was going on. She knew more than anyone else at school did. But up until yesterday, she hadn’t known everything. She hadn’t known the worst of it. I mean, she knew about my mom, but she didn’t know about the money.
And now she did.
The crazy thing was, she hadn’t seemed surprised. It was almost as if somehow she’d guessed a long time ago . . .
