“I don’t care, but Mom will.”
“Steven, chill out. I’ll be home soon. We just have to do one last thing.”
“What last thing?” It killed him that I knew something he didn’t, that for once, he was the odd man out. I thought I’d take more pleasure in it, but I felt oddly sorry for him.
So instead of gloating the way I normally would, I said, “Conrad took off from summer school and we have to get him back in time for midterms on Monday.”
That would be the last thing I would do for him. Get him to school. And then he’d be free, and so would I.
After Steven and I got off the phone, I heard a car pull up in front of the house. I looked out the window and there was a red Honda, a car I didn’t recognize. We almost never had visitors at the summer house.
I dragged a comb through my hair and hurried down the stairs with my towel wrapped around me. I stopped when I saw Conrad open the door, and a woman walked in. She was petite, with bleached blond hair that was in a messy bun, and she wore black pants and a silk coral blouse. Her fingernails were painted to match. She had a big folder in her hand and a set of keys.
“Well, hello there,” she said. She was surprised to see him, as if she was the one who was supposed to be there and he wasn’t.
“Hello,” Conrad said. “Can I help you?”
“You must be Conrad,” she said. “We spoke on the phone. I’m Sandy Donatti, your dad’s real estate agent.”
Conrad said nothing.
She wagged her finger at him playfully. “You told me your dad changed his mind about the sale.”
When Conrad still said nothing, she looked around and saw me standing at the bottom of the stairs. She frowned and said, “I’m just here to check on the house, make sure everything’s coming along and getting packed up.”
“Yeah, I sent the movers away,” Conrad said casually.
“I really wish you hadn’t done that,” she said, her lips tight. When Conrad shrugged, she added, “I was told the house would be empty.”
“You were given erroneous information. I’ll be here forthe rest of the summer.” He gestured at me. “That’s Belly.”
“Belly?” she repeated.
“Yup. She’s my girlfriend.”
I think I choked out loud.
Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, he continued. “And you and my dad met how?”
Sandy Donatti flushed. “We met when he decided to put the house up for sale,” she snapped.
“Well, the thing is, Sandy, it’s not his house to sell. It’s my mother’s house, actually. Did my dad tell you that?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess he also told you she’s dead.”
Sandy hesitated. Her anger seemed to evaporate at the mention of dead mothers. She was so uncomfortable, she was shifting toward the door. “Yes, he did tell me that. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
Conrad said, “Thank you, Sandy. That means a lot, coming from you.”
Her eyes darted around the room one last time. “Well, I’m going to talk things over with your dad and then I’ll be back.”
“You do that. Make sure you let him know the house is off the market.”
She pursed her lips and then opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. Conrad opened the door for her, and then she was gone.
I let out a big breath. A million thoughts were runningthrough my head—I’m ashamed to say thatgirlfriendwas pretty near the top of the list. Conrad didn’t look at me when he said, “Don’t tell Jeremiah about the house.”
