Chapter 21
Judy’s dad drives me home. Phew. I don’t have to lie (again) to Judy. I’m starting to hate this spying business. Totally. I hop out of the car and thank Mr. Lee.
I open the front door and hear my mom talking. Either she’s on the phone or with one of her friends. I close the door quietly and creep toward to the kitchen. Sneaky me, huh? She’s on the phone. “I can’t keep this up. I’ve talked to Mark and he won’t admit what’s going on.”
I stop in my tracks in the hall right outside the kitchen. She’s talking about my dad. What is going on? I have to find out.
“Every time I try to talk to him, he changes the subject,” my mom says. “Mm-hmm. I know.”
My mother paces past the entrance to the kitchen, turns on her heel and retreats. She turns and stares at me, hand cupped over the p
