She fully released her grip on my arm.I didn’t anticipate your arrival.””Please,” she muttered.
“Just go. Tomorrow, we can have a conversation. I’ll go over everything. For twenty years, we have been pals.
At that moment, I gave her the kind of look I hadn’t given her since we were teenagers sobbing together on her bedroom floor.
I was able to see her clearly for the first time.”No, Alison,” I muttered. “We have not.”For twenty years, we have been pals.
Every face in the room behind her was now facing us, and the room had become motionless.
I pulled my arm free and turned to face her.
Sensing the change in the environment, a few former classmates moved in closer.”Why, Alison?” I inquired. “Just tell me the truth.”
Her poise broke.
Something colder took the place of the pale, terrified companion.Tell me the truth, please.”
“Because look at you,” she growled. “You think you can just walk in here like you belong?”I do fit in.No, you don’t. Something worse than rage quivered in her voice.
“The girl I sat next to was you. the one I stood up for. That was the agreement.”The deal?” I asked again.Alison said, “You heard me.”
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