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Authors: Paula Danziger
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my report for now. My father is picking me up in a few minutes because he wants to talk to me about what happened last weekend. (I am so mad at him!!!!!!!!!! Is it okay for me to say that sometimes my dad acts like a real jerk???????????)
Your old friend
,
Chapter
Fourteen
My father and I are sitting at the diner that we used to go to before he moved into the Marshall house.
He took me there so that we can have some privacy to talk.
I am ordering. “I would like a ham and cheese on white bread, please….. no tomato. Mayo on the ham side, mustard on the cheese side. Coleslaw in a separate dish. A Vanilla Coke, two ice cubes.”
The waitress smiles and looks at my father. “This is a girl who knows what she wants.”
I know what I want for lunch.…I wish I knew where I want to live.
My father nods. “Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes it’s not.”
I glare at my father.
We both know that he is not talking about my lunch order.
As for my lunch order, mayo just tastesbetter on the ham side….. mustard on the cheese side….. and I just like squishy white bread….. and the liquid from the coleslaw can leak on the sandwich and make it yucky….. and too many ice cubes change the taste of the soda….. everyone knows that.
My father orders the cheeseburger deluxe and a cup of coffee.
The waitress leaves and we just sit there, saying nothing.
I am not going to be the one who talks first.
He’s the one who called me for this special meeting.
It’s not even one of the days that we’ve worked out with the custody agreement.
I don’t have to be here.
I don’t want to be here.
But I said yes.
Mom said that I should tell him how I feel.
Mom said that I should tell him why I did what I did.
I just sit here thinking.
So what if I called Mom on the Sunday of the weekend that I was supposed to be with Dad.
So what if I asked her to come right over and pick me up.
It was noon, and my dad wasn’t even awake yet.
He came in at about 4:00 in the morning.
I heard him talking to Brenda and Polly when he paid them for the Ambersitting.
The girls went upstairs to Polly’s house.
I pretended that I was asleep when he came into the room to check on me.
In the morning, I woke up, went to the kitchen, got cereal and turned on cartoons.
My father never came out of his room.
I looked in to make sure that he was there.
He was there, snoring.
I took a shower, got dressed and waited.
He was still asleep.
At noon, I called my mother.
I was crying.
She said that she would come right over.
I packed my bags and waited for her outside in the driveway.
She was there in fifteen minutes.
I can depend on my mom.
She put my bags into the trunk, and I got into the car.
Mom said that I should write a note telling my father where I was.
I started to cry and said that I wouldn’t go back in there.
She drove the car out of the driveway and parked on the street.
Sitting there, we talked about what was upsetting me.
My mom looked really angry when I told her what happened.
She took out her cell phone and called my dad and left a message on his machine saying that I was with her.
My father has been calling for several days now, but I wouldn’t talk to him.
The waitress delivers our food.
I squish the bread.
“Amber,” he says, “talk to me.”
I glare at him and sneer.
What does he want me to say? That I think he is a jerk for making promises and not keeping them….. for going on a last-minute date with a stranger when he was supposed to be with me?
I say nothing.
“You are being very immature.” He frowns.
“I am immature,” I finally say. “I’m nine years old…. what’s your excuse?”
He looks furious.
I am surprised that I have just said that to him, but I am very glad…also a little scared.
He sounds furious. “If I had said something like that to my father, I would have been punished.”
“It’s the truth,” I say. “I should not be punished for telling the truth.”
Then I
Your old friend
,
Chapter
Fourteen
My father and I are sitting at the diner that we used to go to before he moved into the Marshall house.
He took me there so that we can have some privacy to talk.
I am ordering. “I would like a ham and cheese on white bread, please….. no tomato. Mayo on the ham side, mustard on the cheese side. Coleslaw in a separate dish. A Vanilla Coke, two ice cubes.”
The waitress smiles and looks at my father. “This is a girl who knows what she wants.”
I know what I want for lunch.…I wish I knew where I want to live.
My father nods. “Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes it’s not.”
I glare at my father.
We both know that he is not talking about my lunch order.
As for my lunch order, mayo just tastesbetter on the ham side….. mustard on the cheese side….. and I just like squishy white bread….. and the liquid from the coleslaw can leak on the sandwich and make it yucky….. and too many ice cubes change the taste of the soda….. everyone knows that.
My father orders the cheeseburger deluxe and a cup of coffee.
The waitress leaves and we just sit there, saying nothing.
I am not going to be the one who talks first.
He’s the one who called me for this special meeting.
It’s not even one of the days that we’ve worked out with the custody agreement.
I don’t have to be here.
I don’t want to be here.
But I said yes.
Mom said that I should tell him how I feel.
Mom said that I should tell him why I did what I did.
I just sit here thinking.
So what if I called Mom on the Sunday of the weekend that I was supposed to be with Dad.
So what if I asked her to come right over and pick me up.
It was noon, and my dad wasn’t even awake yet.
He came in at about 4:00 in the morning.
I heard him talking to Brenda and Polly when he paid them for the Ambersitting.
The girls went upstairs to Polly’s house.
I pretended that I was asleep when he came into the room to check on me.
In the morning, I woke up, went to the kitchen, got cereal and turned on cartoons.
My father never came out of his room.
I looked in to make sure that he was there.
He was there, snoring.
I took a shower, got dressed and waited.
He was still asleep.
At noon, I called my mother.
I was crying.
She said that she would come right over.
I packed my bags and waited for her outside in the driveway.
She was there in fifteen minutes.
I can depend on my mom.
She put my bags into the trunk, and I got into the car.
Mom said that I should write a note telling my father where I was.
I started to cry and said that I wouldn’t go back in there.
She drove the car out of the driveway and parked on the street.
Sitting there, we talked about what was upsetting me.
My mom looked really angry when I told her what happened.
She took out her cell phone and called my dad and left a message on his machine saying that I was with her.
My father has been calling for several days now, but I wouldn’t talk to him.
The waitress delivers our food.
I squish the bread.
“Amber,” he says, “talk to me.”
I glare at him and sneer.
What does he want me to say? That I think he is a jerk for making promises and not keeping them….. for going on a last-minute date with a stranger when he was supposed to be with me?
I say nothing.
“You are being very immature.” He frowns.
“I am immature,” I finally say. “I’m nine years old…. what’s your excuse?”
He looks furious.
I am surprised that I have just said that to him, but I am very glad…also a little scared.
He sounds furious. “If I had said something like that to my father, I would have been punished.”
“It’s the truth,” I say. “I should not be punished for telling the truth.”
Then I
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