Stupid Fast

Chapter 20: I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO




Jerri was an only child. There were no aunts or uncles or cousins to call, which I only thought about recently because Cody Frederick seems to be related to about ten percent of everyone in Bluffton, so this kind of thing couldn’t have happened to him.

My dad, of course, was not around. His parents and sister didn’t call us or write us or probably even think about us.

Gus and his parents, who were the closest thing me and Jerri had to people who cared about us, were in Venezuela.

Jerri’s dad was dead.

Grandma Berba, Jerri’s mom, lived in Arizona, and she seemed to hate Jerri. She really did. Jerri had always pretty much said Grandma Berba hated her (and I took that to mean she hated me and Andrew too—why wouldn’t she hate us? Who wouldn’t hate us?).

I should have called her right away. I didn’t know.

Andrew is the one who suffered.

I’m sorry. I went about my business then. I mean, I tried.

3:21 a.m.