Looks like I'll be spending the next week with Ms. Perfect and her daughter. I hate to admit this, after all the moaning I've done about how cold the castle seems, but to tell the truth, I'm sort of bummed about having to share a room with Amanda all week. I'm used to having my own space.

And how am I supposed to see Erin and Kerri and Jess while I'm hanging out at Marlene's? We won't have much privacy there—not the way Marlene runs things.

But the worst part is that I keep flashing back to when I first found out that Dad and Marlene were getting "close," as they say. (And how come it was Amanda who felt the need to provide all the gory details? I'm wondering. I mean, she can't like this arrangement any more than I do. Or am I wrong?)

Anyway, the point is, I don't care what my dad does—as long as I don't have to hear about it and as long as it doesn't change anything in my life.

But this whole spend-the-week-with-Amanda-and-Marlene plan has "setup" written all over it. I mean, does he think Amanda and I are going to become best friends? No way.