on my seat at the lunch table. Of course, as planned, I didn’t see it and sat down. I was so humiliated! The very next day, I saw Megan talking to Lacey like they were best buddies. When I questioned Megan about it, she was, like, “What’s the big deal? Lacey has never done anything to me.” I felt so betrayed. Bri never would have done something like that. She was more loyal than a St. Bernard. Her motto was “You mess with Ashley, you mess with me!” I felt the same way about her.
“So how on earth did you afford the Booty Blaster workout? Was it J.T.?” I asked.
“Nope. But with the raise he gave my mom,
she
could afford it. He got a
big
contract with the county to add some pavilions, a new arena, and some warehouses and things like that to the fairgrounds. She did buy me the new wardrobe she promised, though!”
“For real?”
“Yeah, we ordered everything online. I should start receiving stuff any day now.”
Bri turned on the TV and DVR. “This didn’t cost me a dime.” She clicked the remote and navigated through the menu until she reached “Recordings.” “Here we go,” she said. “Get ready.”
I doubled over in laughter when I realized what she had done. “You recorded the infomercial for Booty Blaster?”
“Yep. Pretty smart, huh?” she said smugly.
I could tell she was pleased with herself. “They show all the best moves right here. We’ll just repeat them over and over for the next half hour or so.”
I had to admit, Bri was brilliant. We had a fantastic workout, and it didn’t cost us a cent.
I was glad to get home so I could shower and rest.
I saw a note from my mom on the counter. She was showing houses all day. I looked in the freezer and saw we had some hamburger meat. Then I looked inthe pantry and found a jar of spaghetti sauce and a box of noodles. I decided to call her and find out when she’d be home so I could have dinner ready when she arrived.
I picked up the phone and dialed. A few seconds later, I heard ringing through the phone, but I also heard ringing from somewhere in the house. I walked around until I found it. My mom had left her personnel cell next to her alarm clock on her nightstand.
Seriously, Mom? Why can’t you use just one phone like the rest of us?
I picked it up and noticed she had other missed calls. I scanned through her phone and stopped when something caught my eye.
I quickly ran to retrieve my cell. I scrolled through until I found what I was looking for. My mom had the same number in her phone that I’d copied the other night from Trent’s!
WTH?
I felt a little dizzy. I sat down on the cedar chest at the foot of her bed.
That had to have been my dad. I’m not crazy after all
.
I scanned through her phone some more. It was a good thing I was already sitting down. Because I discovered she had Trent’s number in there as well!
I wasn’t sure what any of this meant. And I definitely didn’t know what to do next. I sat there for a while, thinking about everything, and then it hit me. Bri would know what to do.
I put my mom’s phone back where I had found it. Then I went to my room and texted Bri.
Need to talk! Lunch?
She must have had her phone in her hand.
I can be ready in 10
.
That’s my Bri, always there for me. I showered and dressed and flew out the door.
Honk! Honk!
“Is something wrong?” Bri asked the second she got in.
I drove slowly so I could think. I told her about my spying on my dad and discovering he was having a secret
affair…
with my mom.
“No way! I’m so glad I wasn’t there for that!”
I told her that I thought I’d heard my dad’s voice when I answered Trent’s phone and that I saw the same number on my mom’s cell only a few minutes ago.
I could tell she was thinking, because she wasn’t saying a word. “Then what?” she asked eagerly.
I told her how, even though I’d never called Trent, his number was in my phone from when he called me. “And?” she encouraged.
“I just
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