I went back to my room. I didn’t sleep.
I lay there and made up stories. Annie had thrown the dress back in her face. Annie had said she didn’t want charity. Annie had laughed at it. Maybe Trevor had grabbed it and made fun of it in front of everyone. Maybe Annie had said something cruel about Lily’s sewing, or about us, about our little rental and my old car.
Pensé que Annie había rechazado el vestido. O le dijo algo dañino a Lily.
A las dos de la mañana, había decidido que no me gustaba mucho esta chica Annie.
By three, I’d decided I’d call the school first thing.
Alrededor de las cuatro, me quedé dormido en el sofá con la televisión encendida.
Pero nada podría haberme preparado para lo que pasó después.
—No conoces a tu hija en absoluto —susurró la mujer de mi porche—. “Lamento tener que decirte esto...”
