The Insiders

CHAPTER THREE

«Third POV»

A red and white bus made a stop, right by the welcoming sign that read 'Welcome To Tulsa, OK' many people, old people, adults, teenagers, and little kids came out of the bus, with bags in their hands.
The last to come out were four girls.
Two looked like they were the oldest, not only that but looked identical, except for the hair and skin tone. They both had shoulder-lenght straight hair, but one had light brown hair and the other dark brown hair that can be confuse by black. They were both the same height, about 5'3, and had dark brown eyes, most likely twins. The other two were shorter, but yet one looked older than the other, but younger than the twins. The older-looking one had straight dark brown shoulder-lenght hair with dark brown eyes and was about 5'1, the youngest had puffy brown-blondish hair, with bright brown eyes and was about 5'2, taller than the other one.
The four girls looked around curiously and started to walk the opposite direction from everyone, everyone except from one tiny old lady.

«Janet»

We had made it to Tulsa already, thank god. I was tired of sitting and my butt was already numb, and so were my legs.
Everyone was getting off the bus, the last ones left were the girls and me. We noticed the old lady waiting for us by another side, no one seemed to be going that side but the old lady who's name we found out was Berenice. She was generous enough to let us come to her home. "Why do you wanna help?" I ended up asking. 
"Fine ladies like you shouldn't be out there by themselves." was all she said, still walking ahead of us. 
"But our grandmother-" she cut Stephanie off. 
"does not live here." 
Saray stared at her skeptically, "You don't know that." 
Berenice stopped in her tracks and stared at Saray straight in the eye. 
"I'm a sixty-three year old lady. I was born at night but not last night. I can tell if someone is lying to me." 
"I didn't lie to you." said Saray.
"She lies again." says Berenice in a narrating voice. 
"I know you're lying for a valid reason." 
"Yeah, and what will that be?" Stephanie said. 
"I knew your mother."
 The four of us stared at her in shocked. 
"Did you really?" asked Angie. 
"Of course, Jenny Martin, was it?" 
Again, we looked shocked. 
"How do . . . did you know our mother?" I asked. 
"Well . . . I'm John's mother." 

"So . . . what you're saying -" Saray started, "Is that our stepfather and you drifted apart after your husband's death and he blamed you?" 
Berenice nodded. 
"And," began Stephanie, "mom came here to try talking to you about John?"
She nodded again. 
"So that's why she wanted to move here." I said. 
"She wanted you and John to go back as you use to be. A loving mother with her loving son."
"And why she didn't tell John about wanting to move here." added Angie, rubbing her side where John had hit her. 
"He did that to you?" Berenice asked. 
Angie slowly nodded. "To all of us."
Saray's eyes met Berenice's. "He knows you live here?" 
Berenice shrugged, "I'm pretty sure he still thinks I live over at Minnesota."  
"Good."