She came out of an abusive marriage.
The only one not eating was Cassie, and that was because her head was buzzing. Neither Steve nor Amiee seemed to think her feelings on the matter were of any significance. That rankled and now she was angry and growing more so by the minute.As if she had a sudden thought, Amiee leaned forward and looked at Steve. When Im sixteen, youd let me drive, right?
If your mother approves.What about a car? Would you willing to buy me my own car?Cassie couldnt believe this. Amiee, Steve, stop right this minute, she snapped, nearly shouting in order to gain their attention.
Okay, okay, Amiee muttered. I probably shouldnt have asked that, but you cant blame me for trying.Oh yes, I can, Cassie declared. She turned and glared at Steve. And Steve Brody, this is serious, I dont appreciate you making assumptions you have no right to make.
Was I getting ahead of myself? he asked, and to his credit, he looked at bit chagrined.
You and I need to talk … privately, and the sooner, the better.Whats the plan? Amiee asked, smiling as her eyes followed Cassie, whod taken to pacing in the small apartment.
Cassies hearing wasnt nearly as good as her daughters. She was able to make out only a few words here and there of the conversation. What she did hear gave her just enough to get the gist of what they were discussing, and it didnt sound good.Amiee approved because she mumbled words like: Great. Perfect. Thatll work.
At one point Amiee laughed out loud.What? Cassie demanded. She had no inkling of what the two were plotting.