hapter 7
The next morning, Brittany was standing in
the living room, dragging a suitcase behind
her.
She saw me come out of the bedroom,
sneered, and turned away.
She learned that attitude from her grandma.
“Where’s my baseball cap from Korea?” she demanded, all entitled.
“Find it for me, I’m leaving.”
I looked her up and down and walked into the
kitchen.
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She started stamping her feet behind me.
“What was that look?” she shrieked.
“And didn’t you hear me? I want you to find
my cap!”
I ignored her, not even glancing her way.
“What’s all the yelling?” David snapped,
coming out of his office.
He’d slept in there after the argument.
Brittany saw him and ran to him, grabbing his
arm.
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“Dad, make her do something!” she whined.
“I asked her to find my hat, and she’s ignoring
me!”
David sighed, all put–upon.
“Sarah, it’s just a hat,” he said.
“Can’t you just help her out?”
I laughed.
“What, is the hat glued to my hand?” I asked.
“Can’t she find it herself?”
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Brittany puffed up her chest.
“Why should I?” she said.
“You eat and drink at our expense, so your
job is to take care of me! It’s not too much to ask!”
I looked at my stepdaughter, who was almost
as tall as me.
This was the girl I’d raised and poured everything into.
I’d treated her like a princess, never letting
her lift a finger.
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But to her, I was just a live–in maid, taking
care of her was my *job*.
I scoffed.
“Then maybe your dad should find himself a
new maid who doesn’t eat or drink,” I said.
“I’m done serving you people.”
Brittany’s face turned purple.
She looked at David, hoping he’d yell at me.
But he was just staring at his phone, ignoring her.
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She stomped her foot and stormed out,
dragging her suitcase.
