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laugh at my expense. Maybe they had met up with

some of their other friends and were telling the story.

Then they would have the picture developed and show

everyone. Maybe they wouldn't. I thought hopefully.

Maybe they would realize that I could go to the police

if they did. It would be proof of what they had done.

They couldn't be that stupid. I concluded, but then I

wondered if I had made a terrible tactical error by not

telling Brenda the whole truth, especially when it all

came out later. What would I say? I forgot? She

would be even angrier at me.

I was in such turmoil my head felt as if it had

been used as a Ping-Pang ball, and my stomach

started churning and bubbling again. I tried talking

myself to sleep, and for a while. I actually did drift

off, but then I heard my bedroom door open. and I

opened my eyes to see Brenda silhouetted in the

hallway light. She stood there a moment looking in at

me.

"Are you asleep?" she asked, her voice

sounding softer.

"I'm awake." I said, sitting up. "What is it?" She closed the door softly and walked to the

bed. She had her arms folded tightly under her breasts.

I could hear that the threat of rain that had been over

us earlier and then gone had returned with a

vengeance to deliver its promise. Drops closer to sleet

sounded like pebbles against the pane. With the door

closed. I couldn't see Brenda's expression, but the way

she held her body told me she was still very angry,

very upset.


Tags: V.C. Andrews Shadows Horror