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You don’t need a car of your own.”
“But how am I supposed to get around?” Spencer wailed.
Mrs. Hastings kept chopping the carrots into smaller and smaller bits. The knife made a gnawing sound
against the cutting board. “If you want to buy a new car, do what plenty of other kids your age do.” She
brushed the carrots into the pot. “Get a job.”
“A job?” Spencer sputtered. Her parents had never made her work before. She thought about the
people at
Rosewood Day who had jobs. They worked at the Gap at the King James. At Auntie Anne’s pretzels. At
Wawa, making sandwiches.
“Or borrow our car,” Mrs. Hastings said. “Or I hear there’s a wonderful new invention that takes you
places
the same as a car does.” She laid the knife on the cutting board. “It’s called the bus.”
Spencer gaped at both of them, her ears ringing. Then, to her surprise, a peaceful feeling settled over
her.
She had her answer. Her parents truly didn’t love her. If they did, they wouldn’t be trying to take away
everything
from her.
“Fine,” she said tersely, whirling around. “It’s not like I’ll be here much longer, anyway.” As she strode
out
of the kitchen, she heard her father’s glass clink against the granite countertop. “Spencer,” Mr. Hastings
called. But it was too little, too late.
Spencer ran upstairs to her bedroom. Usually, after her parents dissed her, tears would stream down
her
face, and she’d fling herself on the bed, wondering what she’d done wrong. But not this time. She
marched
over to her desk and picked up the expandable file Olivia had been lugging around yesterday. Taking a
deep
breath, she peered inside. Just as Olivia said, it was filled with papers about the apartment Olivia and
her