Carmyn White

October 25th, 2020, 6:03 AM

Road to Owosso

Driving is not my best skill, but I'm better than Spencer.

She's decided to play beauty salon, braiding her hair.

To be fair, that's normally me.

Someone honks, and I resist the urge to flip them off. Luckily, Spencer does it for me.

" That's my job."

" Apparently a lot of things are your job now."

I don't respond for a few minutes.

" What do you mean by that?" My tone is cold. She fumbles with her words long enough for me to know that she didn't mean to sound like that.

" I just mean't-"

"I know Spencer. I'm sorry, it's been a hard few days for the both of us, and I haven't been the nicest. You've been supporting me, and I haven't been doing it for you." She laughs harshly, scaring me.

" Haven't been supporting me? What do you call this? Driving me to my sisters on a hunch that she might know what happened to Danny. That's supporting me. And her. I wonder if she even knows what happened. I know Officer Painter contacted his parents. Poor Daina and Twain, he was their only child." I shake my head sympathetically.

" It's awful."

We sit in silence for the rest of the drive, silently communicating if needed.

I slowly park the car in the driveway.

The mood is solemn as Spencer knocks on the bright b;lue door of her childhood home.

It's a cheery craftsman home, with a rainbow flower garden.

A willowy young woman, with a wild nest of dirty blonde hair opens the door, dressed in a yale sweatshirt and pajama pants.

Mascara is smeared all over her face, lipstick smudged.

" If you're here to tell me bad news, go away."

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