The Memory

Part 10

I was so tired when I heard a knock on my door. I swung it open and leaned on the door jam before I opened my eyes. Marcie was standing there, eyeing me warily and smirking in her usual, casual way. I opened my eyes the rest of the way. "Marcie!!??"

She squealed and hugged me. "So, I heard you need some fashion advice. Plus, I heard what happened." I sucked in my breath. Maybe she was just faking being excited and was mostly worried. "Did your aunts really come to take you on vacation?" Then she covered her mouth. "That means you must not know. Someone murdered your mother."

I gasped as if surprised, but my gasp caught in my throat and I whimpered. She took my whimper as a whimper of sadness. "I know. I cried too." Little did she know, I had cried for two hours before I fell asleep that first night.

"Yeah. It's sad." I looked up and hoped my eyes looked like they were filled with tears. It was kind of hard, lying to my best friend and pretending I hadn't already known. I wiped away my tears just as Astora knocked on my door. She walked into my room. She extended her hand to Marcie. "It's very nice to meet you, Marcie. I'm Amie's aunt, Astora." Apparently she didn't have as much of a problem with lying as I did. She pulled me into the closet and closed the doors. "How could you invite a friend over here?! You're going to get us caught!"