"Linda dear... what about your parents? What do you say to them? What do they know about tonight?"
The girl shuddered almost unnoticeably, but then met her eyes with her own innocent blue ones again.
"I... I told my mother I'll be with a friend of mine. I have a friend from my class... Her name is Elisabeth. I just call her Liz. We often sleep over at each other."
"But what if your parents ask her? Call her? Talk to her parents?"
The girl looked uncertain again.
"They won't."
"How can you know for sure?"
"I just know. She never does."
Just like that! It was quite obvious to Mary that the girl didn't want to talk about this. And she kept referring to 'she' instead of 'them'. She figured they probably were divorced, and she was living with her mother....
She decided to leave that fo
