“First, my parents’ marriage was a farce. Now, you’re a spy. Isn’t anything as it seems?” At least now I was getting her sympathetic gaze. “Growing up is hard, Amanda. But I think you’re ready. You have to learn to accept that some things just aren’t what they seem, but others are. Remember those Taylor Swift concert tickets you won on the radio?”“Yeah?” The concert was amazing!“You really won those.”Not that comforting. Did she know everything about me? My cell phone rang, and she motioned for me to go ahead and answer it.It was my friend, Bridget. “Hey, Bridget.”“Hi, Amanda,” she said in her usual cheerful tone. “How was your trip?”“Interesting. What’s up?” I wasn’t ready to share my news yet. Plus, the possibility of death by firing squad didn’t appeal to me, and I hadn’t gotten a rundown of penalties for sloppy spy behavior yet.“This is a little embarrassing, but I’m . . . Well, I’m watching my neighbor’s dog, and I’m supposed to feed it fried eggs.”“The dog gets eggs?”
