Chapter 5
Lilly sat at her deck, staring out of the window at the two little kids playing catch on the road. She smiled as one misjudged a throw and ran to retrieve the ball from the bushes behind. She heard their mother call out for them to go inside and she watched them drag their feet all the way to the front door.
With nothing to distract her, the events from the previous day came flooding back. Up until now she had kept herself busy, cleaning, baking, watching. But now she knew was the time. She had known Harley had been lying in the clearing. She knew Harley had a secret to hide. But what?
What could Harley possibly knew that was worth hiding. Harley had never kept anything from her before, Clarissa maybe, but then again Clarissa wasn't always strong enough to hear these things.
Lilly slumped in her chair, her head in her hands. A piece of her red hair dangled down in between her clasped hands and she watched it swing and shine in the light. She sighed.
She dearly wished that Harley would call her and inform her of the secret that she was dying to know, but she had been waiting for the non-existent call since they had parted ways from the clearing.
She sighed again. She raised her head and looked around her room. Her bed was unmade and the pillow was falling off the edge, the only signs of her rush to get out of the house that morning. Her bedside table was, as always, neat, with her lamp pushed t the back and her alarm clock set for 8 o'clock. Her chest of drawers held nothing new either. All pushed right in and she knew that everything inside those drawers would be folded and put away carefully.
Her room held nothing of interest and this was how she liked it. No new surprises waiting around the corner. No hidden messages behind picture frames or skirting boards. And no secrets waiting to be uncovered.
She stood up and began pacing the length of her room, from the door to the foot of her bed. Again and again.
This is madness, she thought, if Harley wants me to know, she'll tell me herself.
She sat on the edge of her bed. Yes, if Harley wants me to know, I'll know.
She smiled. That was another issue that she could sweep under the rug.