First of all, although it was inspired by the Amanda Knox case, mine is a completely different story.
Amanda Pratt, you can go down to Boston an' back, an' be gone a week, for—three dollars an' sixty cents.
“We are going home this afternoon,” said Amanda, so firmly that Amos looked at her in surprise.
Amanda teased; and the next moment could have bitten her tongue out for the thoughtless speech.
Mrs. Conway was in the kitchen talking to Amanda, and Edna hastened to show her little hoard of tomatoes.
Poor Amanda was now in a condition where Jane Thomas' stinging remarks could cause her discomfort.