Even Pretty Dies

27

Emily looks at Kathleen.

"I'd watch Eko again," Emily says.

"Same," Kathleen says.

Emily looks into her phone.

"Shit. Ralph has been texting me," She says.

"Me too," Kathleen says.

Emily opens her texts.

'Emi... have you seen Clara? I can't find her. It's not like her to run off. Her phone is here and i'm scared.'

'Emily. Are you okay?'

'Did something happen to you, Clara and Kathleen?'

'Where the Fuck are you?'

Emily sighs.

'I had work😣 sorry i didn't answer'

'Just. Have you seen Clara?'

'No'

'If She doesn't come in a hour, I'll call the police or something. This is not like her at all.'

'Calm down🤔 She might just be out'

'For seven hours without her phone?'

'That isn't normal of her'

'Like i said. I'm sereously scared😨.'

'Ralph. Call me, if she doesn't come soon. I'll come look with Kathleen. 👍🏻?'

'👍🏽.'

Emily looks at Kathleen.

"Would She go drink?" Emily asks.

"No. She ain't like that," Kathleen says.

They hear a knock on the door.

"I'll open," Emily says.

She opens to see a crying Clara.

"What is it?" Emily asks.

"I... i didn't think he'd want to meet me. Let alone like this," Clara says.

"What?" Emily asks.

"My dad. The one that walked out of my life wanted to meet me. It's the same Jean as Kathleen's," Clara says.

"Ye need to go see Ralph," Kathleen says.

"Can you tell him i came here?" Clara asks.

Emily texts.

'She came here'

'When?'

'Just now'

'I'm there soon.'