Ask Me Anything Page #7

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He doesn't love me?

Not the way you think.

But if I dump Paul,

then I lose my job.

Well, you could always

come back and work here.

Yeah, my mom would kill me.

You don't need

her permission anymore.

You're an adult.

She'd kick me out

of the house...

You know what?

There just happens to be

an empty room above my garage,

and you're welcome to it,

rent-free.

You have to start making

your own decisions, young lady.

Now, come on.

I got to close up.

And I'll give you a lift.

Read any good books lately?

No. Not even a bad one.

But I've sort of been writing.

I thought you'd be proud

that I have a blog.

I like that it's creative

and that it's verbal.

What I don't like

is that it's public.

Your generation

is addicted to attention.

I know.

It's like we all want

to be famous,

even though we're not good

at anything.

Precisely.

You sure I can't

give you a lift?

I like to walk.

All right, then.

Thanks for all the advice.

You're welcome.

Something else

you might consider.

I can understand how you feel,

how you think you're not ready

to be a mother.

But have the baby anyway.

What's the harm?

I'll raise it as my own, and you

can come and go as you please.

You can be as much of a mother

as you care to be.

If I don't do

what you want me to,

then could I still work here

and live with you?

Of course.

I want to thank

everyone who wrote to tell me

I'm a baby killer even though

I haven't even decided

what I'm going to do yet.

If I move in with Glenn,

it's the beginning

of my adult life.

On my own for the first time.

It's a perfect time

to stop blogging.

Can I do it?

Just live without

describing everything I do?

Can I cancel my reality show

and become a better person?

Do human beings ever dream

a whole new life

and make it come true?

Or do they always go back

to the way they were?

I guess there's only one way

to find out.

Say goodbye to all of you

and just live.

Really live.

My name is Carol Granthum.

I'm the mother of Amy Granthum,

whom you know

as Katie Kampenfelt.

A few minutes after posting

her final blog,

someone called Amy

from a blocked number.

The call lasted

a minute and 38 seconds.

A few minutes later

Amy got in her car, drove away

and never came back.

No one's seen

or heard from her since.

She hasn't withdrawn

any money from the bank

or even used her cell phone.

The police believe the person

who called Amy that night

could very well hold the key

to her whereabouts.

I'm writing because

I need your help.

Please keep reading.

I have hired

a private investigator.

He's questioned everyone

in Amy's life.

He showed them her blog.

To hide her identity,

she changed names and details.

Her boyfriend Aiden

says everything

Amy wrote about him is true.

He has a terrible temper,

but he insists that he would

never harm her.

Dan is not actually

a college professor.

He manages a video store.

He says Amy's description

of their relationship

was mostly accurate,

but that she never told him

she was pregnant.

The couple she works for

dispute only the most important

fact of the blog.

The husband denies

any sexual involvement.

Jake Seidler is devastated.

He regrets the cruelty

of his last voice message.

Amy's best friend Noelle

is a drug addict.

She has a blocked phone number,

but she says

that she did not call Amy

on the night she disappeared.

Roy Olson, her boss,

says word Amy wrote

about him is true

except that he never offered

to raise her child.

If any of you exchanged e-mails

or phone calls with Amy

in which she shared

any information

that might help us to locate her

please, please write to me here.

Amy is a wonderful girl

with a remarkable spirit.

She's my life, my whole heart.

Since her disappearance,

on nights when I can't sleep

I read and reread

Amy's postings.

I read all of your e-mails

and comments too,

even the most vicious of them.

I ask myself:
Who would want

to hurt my daughter?

I hear the answer:

Everyone.

I did my time,

I stood in line

I waited for so long

Stand in circles

Sitting duck

I finally

jumped this pond

Now I get

this year to live

I'm going

to live it well

'Cause I want something

new to give

In my life's

show-and-tell

I'm gonna try things,

I'm gonna go there

Gonna take this

all the way

Test my limits,

I'm gonna wing it

And there's nothing

you can say

So here I go

with an open heart

'Cause...

Right now my life starts

bum-Ba-dum

Bum-bum-bum-Ba-dum

Da-da-da-da-da-da

da-da-da

Bum-Ba-dum

Bum-bum-bum-Ba-dum

Da-da-da-da-da-da

da-da-da

Time to go off on my own

It's finally my turn

It's my turn

No right or wrong

'Cause from now on

The stakes

are how I learn

Hm-hmm

And now I get this year

to live

I'm going to live it well

'Cause I want something

new to give

In my life's

show-and-tell

I'm gonna try things,

I'm gonna go there

Gonna take this

all the way

Test my limits,

I'm gonna wing it

And there's nothing

you can say

Oh, whoa

So here I go

with an open heart

'Cause...

Right now my life starts

Oh, whoa

But I know

you're scared

And it's tough to bear

That your little girl

just walked out the door

She's gone, she's gone

But it's time to see

The bad girl is me

And I just ain't that

little anymore

Oh, whoa

I'm gonna try things,

I'm gonna go there

Gonna take this

all the way

Test my limits,

I'm gonna wing it

And there's nothing

you can say

There's nothing

you can say

So here I go

with an open heart

'Cause...

Right now my life starts

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