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Her car was gone.
The spot where she normally parked the little Mercedes coupe was empty. But Spencer had parked it
here a
few hours ago after school. Had she forgotten to turn on the alarm? Had someone stolen it? A?
She sprinted back to the kitchen. Mrs. Hastings was standing by the stove, putting some veggies in a big
soup pot. Mr. Hastings was pouring himself a glass of Malbec. “My car is gone,” Spencer bleated. “I think
someone stole it.”
Mr. Hastings kept calmly pouring. Mrs. Hastings pulled out a plastic cutting board, not even flinching.
“No
one stole it,” she said.
Spencer stopped. She gripped the edge of the kitchen island. “How do you know no one stole it?”
Her mother’s mouth was pursed, as if she was sucking on something sour. Her black T-shirt pulled tightly
against her trim shoulders and chest. She held a paring knife tightly in her fist, wielding it like a weapon.
“Because. Your father turned it into the dealer this afternoon.”
Spencer’s knees felt weak. She turned to her dad. “What? Why?”
“It was a gas guzzler,” Mrs. Hastings spoke for him. “We have to start thinking about the economy and
the
environment.” She shot Spencer a self-righteous smile and turned back to her cutting board.
“But…” Spencer’s body felt electrified. “You guys just inherited millions of dollars! And…that car is not a
gas
guzzler! It’s way more efficient than Melissa’s SUV!” She turned to her dad. He was still ignoring her,
savoring
his wine. Didn’t he care at all?
Enraged, Spencer grabbed his wrist. “Do you have anything to say?”
“Spencer,” Mr. Hastings said in an even voice, wrenching his hand away. The spicy smell of red wine
filled
Spencer’s nose. “You’re being dramatic. We’ve been talking about turning in your car for a long time,
remember?