doesn't mean I'm not going to tell Kenny exactly how I feel. I totally am. Tonight, as a matter of fact. I don't care if it's cruel to do something like that over the phone. I just can't take it any more.
Homework:
Algebra: review questions at the end of Chapters 1-3
English: term paper
World Civ.: review questions at the end of Chapters 1—4
G & T: none
French: review questions at the end of Chapters 1—3
Biology: review questions at the end of Chapters 1-5
Tuesday; December 8, Homeroom
All right. So I didn't break up with him.
I totally meant to.
And it wasn't even because I didn't have the heart to do it over the phone, either.
It was something GRANDMERE, of all people, said.
Not that I feel right about it. Not breaking up with him, I mean, It's just that after Algebra review I had to go to the showroom where Sebastiano is flogging his latest creations, so that he could have his flunkies take my measurements for my dress. Grandmere was going on about how from now on, I should really only wear clothes by Genovian designers, to show my patriotism or whatever. Which is going to be hard, because, uh, there's only one Genovian clothing designer that I know of
and that's Sebastiano. And let's just say he doesn't make very much out of denim.
But whatever. I so had more important things to worry about than my spring wardrobe.
Which I guess Grandmere must have caught on to, because midway through Sebastiano's description of the beading he was going to have sewn on to my gown's bodice, Grandmere slammed down her Sidecar and shouted, 'Amelia, what is the matter with you?'
I must have jumped about a foot in the air. 'What?' 'Sebastiano asked if you prefer a sweetheart or square-cut neckline.'
I stared at her blankly. 'Neckline for what?' Grandmere gave me the Evil Eye. She does this quite frequently. That's why my father, even though he has the neighbouring hotel suite, never stops by during my princess lessons.
'Sebastiano,' my grandmother said. 'You will please leave the princess and myself for a moment.'
And Sebastiano - who was wearing a new pair of leather trousers, these in a tangerine colour (the new grey, he told me.
And white, you might be surprised to know, is the new black.) - bowed and left the room, followed by the slinky ladies
who'd been taking my measurements.
'Now,' Grandmere said, imperiously. 'Something is clearly troubling you, Amelia. What is it?'
'It's nothing,' I said, turning all red. I knew I was turning all red because a) I could feel it, and b) I could see my reflection in
the three full-length mirrors in front of me.
'It is not nothing.' Grandmere took in a healthy drag from her Gitanes, even diough I have asked her repeatedly not to smoke
in my presence since breathing second-hand smoke can cause just as much lung damage as actually smoking. 'What is it? Trouble at home? Your mother and the maths teacher fighting already, I suppose. Well, I never expected that marriage to last. Your mother is much too flighty.'
I have to admit, I kind of snapped when she said that. Grandmere is always putting my mother down, even though Mom has raised me pretty much single-handedly and I certainly haven't gotten pregnant or shot anyone yet.
'For your information,' I said, 'my mom and Mr. Gianini are blissfully happy together. I wasn't thinking about them at all.'
'What is it, then?' Grandmere asked, in a bored voice.
'Nothing,' I practically yelled. 'I just - well, I was thinking about the fact that I have to break up with my boyfriend tonight,
that's all. Not that it's any of your business.'
Instead of taking offence at my tone, which any self-respecting grandparent would have found insolent, Grandmere only took
a sip of her drink and suddenly looked way interested.
'Oh?' she said, in a totally different tone of voice — the same tone of voice she uses when someone mentions a stock tip she thinks might be useful for her portfolio. 'What boyfriend is this?'
God,
Homework:
Algebra: review questions at the end of Chapters 1-3
English: term paper
World Civ.: review questions at the end of Chapters 1—4
G & T: none
French: review questions at the end of Chapters 1—3
Biology: review questions at the end of Chapters 1-5
Tuesday; December 8, Homeroom
All right. So I didn't break up with him.
I totally meant to.
And it wasn't even because I didn't have the heart to do it over the phone, either.
It was something GRANDMERE, of all people, said.
Not that I feel right about it. Not breaking up with him, I mean, It's just that after Algebra review I had to go to the showroom where Sebastiano is flogging his latest creations, so that he could have his flunkies take my measurements for my dress. Grandmere was going on about how from now on, I should really only wear clothes by Genovian designers, to show my patriotism or whatever. Which is going to be hard, because, uh, there's only one Genovian clothing designer that I know of
and that's Sebastiano. And let's just say he doesn't make very much out of denim.
But whatever. I so had more important things to worry about than my spring wardrobe.
Which I guess Grandmere must have caught on to, because midway through Sebastiano's description of the beading he was going to have sewn on to my gown's bodice, Grandmere slammed down her Sidecar and shouted, 'Amelia, what is the matter with you?'
I must have jumped about a foot in the air. 'What?' 'Sebastiano asked if you prefer a sweetheart or square-cut neckline.'
I stared at her blankly. 'Neckline for what?' Grandmere gave me the Evil Eye. She does this quite frequently. That's why my father, even though he has the neighbouring hotel suite, never stops by during my princess lessons.
'Sebastiano,' my grandmother said. 'You will please leave the princess and myself for a moment.'
And Sebastiano - who was wearing a new pair of leather trousers, these in a tangerine colour (the new grey, he told me.
And white, you might be surprised to know, is the new black.) - bowed and left the room, followed by the slinky ladies
who'd been taking my measurements.
'Now,' Grandmere said, imperiously. 'Something is clearly troubling you, Amelia. What is it?'
'It's nothing,' I said, turning all red. I knew I was turning all red because a) I could feel it, and b) I could see my reflection in
the three full-length mirrors in front of me.
'It is not nothing.' Grandmere took in a healthy drag from her Gitanes, even diough I have asked her repeatedly not to smoke
in my presence since breathing second-hand smoke can cause just as much lung damage as actually smoking. 'What is it? Trouble at home? Your mother and the maths teacher fighting already, I suppose. Well, I never expected that marriage to last. Your mother is much too flighty.'
I have to admit, I kind of snapped when she said that. Grandmere is always putting my mother down, even though Mom has raised me pretty much single-handedly and I certainly haven't gotten pregnant or shot anyone yet.
'For your information,' I said, 'my mom and Mr. Gianini are blissfully happy together. I wasn't thinking about them at all.'
'What is it, then?' Grandmere asked, in a bored voice.
'Nothing,' I practically yelled. 'I just - well, I was thinking about the fact that I have to break up with my boyfriend tonight,
that's all. Not that it's any of your business.'
Instead of taking offence at my tone, which any self-respecting grandparent would have found insolent, Grandmere only took
a sip of her drink and suddenly looked way interested.
'Oh?' she said, in a totally different tone of voice — the same tone of voice she uses when someone mentions a stock tip she thinks might be useful for her portfolio. 'What boyfriend is this?'
God,
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