ran over and yanked the cord from the wall by the dresser.
“We were talking about you know who, though. You know
she’s going to call. She’s going to come for that money.”
“She won’t call. Why would she? It’s been ten years. She
probably also knows that we didn’t tell her about the funeral.”
“That was mom and dad. They thought it would be too
hard on you to have her there. On everyone. She was like part
of the family.”
“You don’t have to remind me,” Quinn groaned. “If
anyone knows what Dallas was like, it’s me. We were best
friends for years and years. And then we dated. Remember?”
Danica snorted. “Oh, I know. Believe me. I remember. All
of us remember. That’s why she’s going to call. Because
there’s no way that she doesn’t remember too. And, if I
remember correctly, she’s totally insensitive all around and
will call for sure just to chew us out for not telling her about
the funeral before it was too late, at the very least. If and when
she does call, give her my address and send her around so I
can snap her in half for the shit she did to you.”
“Stop. It’s not her fault. Sometimes people’s feelings
change. We were both really young. We weren’t even out of
high school yet.”
“That’s no excuse. And I swear that her family moved just
to get her away from you. You know what her parents were
like.”
“Yeah. That’s why you should maybe cut a small amount
of slack into the deal.”
“They never accepted that she liked girls. They couldn’t
even get beyond that simple fact. They would have died if they
had to utter the word lesbian.”