❝ we all eat lies, when our hearts are hungry ❞
Halle Brewster made a promise she would never tell the secrets of the summer Alison DiLaurentis went missing. Only now, someone else was doing the telling - something Alison never got the chance to do...
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Halle stood in the Hastings' kitchen at the counter, making up sandwiches for the girls, as she chatted idly with Hanna and Emily. Spencer and Aria came in, pushing a large crate, with all their strength as it was rather heavy. Aria said, "I was afraid she wouldn't get it done in time for the memorial," referring about the stature she had commissioned for Alison — one the girls were yet to see.
"And this was someone from your mom's gallery, Hal?" Hanna asked, her flicking through a magazine. Feet on the sofa, the blonde was comfy without the manual labour her friends were doing around her.
"Yeah. Aria and her mom sorted the whole thing though," Halle said. "My mom is just the woman with the contacts."
Aria agreed. "Right."
"Where is your mom?" Emily asked the small girl as she got up to help.
"There's an apartment above the gallery that Halle's mom offered her to use. So she's staying there, for now," said Aria.
"Kind of weird, isn't it? Your mom moving out," Hanna commented nonchalantly, meaning no harm.
Yet, Aria meant harm with her next words. "Yeah, like my dad should have left, that's what you'd expect."
Halle gave her a look. "Easy there." She motioned to Hanna's hurt expression; Hanna knew it best what Aria was feeling — she had a parent leave too.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't meant it like that," said Aria. "The whole thing just sucks."
"I know." Hanna gave her friend a sad smile.
Emily started to use a screwdriver, like Aria was, to undo the crate. She asked, "did anyone call Shelby Leonard?"
"Done," Spencer claimed. "And I told her if she plays anything depressing, I will kick in her cello."
"You did?" Emily asked.
"Well, I said Halle would, but the threat is still there," Spencer said.
As Halle went to rebut, she stopped. Halle thought about it and shrugged, it was true. She would be the one to kick in a cello.
"Oh, what about the program?" asked Aria, handing over a screw to Spencer.
"Almost done, but we should finish it before Ali's brother gets here," said Spencer.
And Halle's interest peaked. Jason. The thought of him alone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She remembered feeling his breath there. She felt hot, flustered, so cleared her throat. "When is that?" she asked, trying to focus all her attention on buttering the bread but she failed.
