10. Potluck

22. Potluck

- Natalie -

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“I am not going anywhere!” Amy yells and shuts her door so loud, my table trembles with shock. I peek towards my door to see what this drama is all about.

“What happened?” I ask Mom as I see her in front of her door.

“She is just being…” Mom shrugs and air quotes, “Amy.”

I chuckle and Amy opens the door, “Oh really!! Only because I am young doesn’t mean I always have to run errands. Everyone just bosses around me.”

I choke at her words. She may or may not be right. I confess I often send her downstairs to bring a thing or two, twice or thrice every day. That doesn’t mean I boss her around. Noo... She is just.. too polite to say no.

Amy is either too quiet and shy or angry and yelling. There is no in-between. I understand her meltdown, so I ask mom, ”What is it? Do you need something done?”

Mom sighs. ”Yeah, I baked some cake. Just wanted to send it to Rachel’s house while it’s still warm.”

“Rachel?”

“Jacob’s Mom.”

I frown. ”But you sent her cookies yesterday.