Dad hadn’t said much the night he had come home and found me waiting on the porch. In fact, he had been pretty quiet all week. At first, I’d tried to eavesdrop on Mom and Dad’s conversations. But my dad could handle his problems. Plus, I had been kind of distracted. There was Logan, obviously, and Amy had taken the week off from Watson’s. She had planned our days almost from sunup to sundown to get the max out of her break. We’d spent afternoons in her room chatting, reading gossip mags, and doing our nails. Then we’d spent an afternoon at Lost Springs Town Square Movie Theater, where we had each paid a dollar to watch two Audrey Hepburn movies—Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Funny Face. Amy’s time off had provided the perfect distraction until tonight’s dinner at Logan’s. Logan was due at the end of the driveway any minute and I still had a straightening iron in one hand and only one shoe on. It still didn’t feel like the right time to tell Mom and Dad about Logan, so I’d told them I was having a girls’ night out with Amy.
