“Instead, I thought about what had happened with Steve. By dawn I’d decided I had to start acting more like Pussy Galore; she’d dropped James Bond himself in a judo throw. Maybe I could talk Mom into letting me take judo lessons, but in the meantime I needed something else. I came out for breakfast and put on a good show of bored kid on a summer day. Then, I waited until everyone else had left, and I went into Mom and Dad’s bedroom. I remembered that Dad had an old pocketknife with one broken bl...ade that he’d left on top of his dresser; I didn’t know why he hadn’t thrown it away, but it was just the right size for me and the main knife blade was still fine. I had no idea if I could actually use it if I had to, but I felt better with it in my pocket. Debbie’s mom was taking her clothes shopping today, and I had no idea where CJ was. I was getting bored, but I was too afraid to leave the house and go anywhere. I really wished Mom had stayed home. We could have watched television together, or played games, or even cleaned the house.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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