We re-meet in the kitchen. Ivy made tea but nobody was drinking. We just sat in silence. After seven minutes or so, Kit spoke:
"We need to get rid of it. I mean, her. I can't stand looking at her." Jenk wouldn't look at any of us. She studied the stains on the tablecloth.
"I'll do it." Ivy stood. "Pennie will come with me. Come on." she walked out the door without my consent.
"Ivy. IVY!" She whips around, walking halfway across the garden before she does.
"WHAT?" I walk up to her.
"Do you have no sympathy? Jenkie's crush just died and here you are moving on like it's nothing!" She looks down on me, which is easy since she's 5"9.
"Pennie." She took that calm tone again but sterner, like an army commander. "You can't stick on these things. You move or be moved. You run or be chased. When this is over you need to know what side you're on." She stared at me, her expression unbreakable and her words shockingly true. "Help me hide this body and fix this, okay?" I had no choice.
I did it.
I'll never forget the golden brush of hair across my fingers or the drying blood painting my chewed nails. I'll never forget how we wrapped her up in blue tarp or tucking the hair back into the roll we'd hidden her in. I'll never forget Ivy's words after we did it. Words I could never repeat.
My life had changed all because of one stupid day in February.
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The Positively Private Pandemonium Of Penelope Parker
General Fiction"This was not how I planned my day to go. I guess I should try to explain." Penelope Parker's life is about to change on the day her best friend finds a dead body in her back garden. Accompanied by her best friends Ivy, Jenkie And Kit, Will Penelop...
