“She’s pretty excited,” Lindsey said from behind me.
I turned to her. She looked different again.
Her arms were still folded against her chest,
but her eyes glowed.
Confidence? Hatred? Contempt?
“So what? What does it matter to you?” I asked,
not caring if I sounded rude.
She shrugged. “Just an observation.”
“So how are you and Gary?” Lindsey asked,
like all of a sudden we had become best friends.
I studied her closely. She wore a chain
around her neck. At the end of the chain
was the key.
I didn’t answer her question.