I quickly hid behind Mary.

"What is it?" she whispered.

I didn't answer her question right away.

"Nothing...just..." I racked my brain for some excuse.

I needed to see where Barney was going.

"Muffy?" I asked.

Muffy turned to me.

"Yeah? What is it?" she asked seeing the worry in my face.

"Mary and I are going to go....to the Church! I didn't see the inside. I would love a guide."

Mary didn't get what was going on but she nodded.

"Yes. I'll take you! Is that alright mother?"

Anna looked confused.

"Um sure dear. We could come with you if you want."

That was the last thing I needed.

"No! I mean...you and Muffy talk about fashion. We don't want to bore you."

Anna was about to protest when Muffy whispered something in her ear.

"Oh! Alright then! We'll see you later!" She said smiling at her daughter.

Mary looked confused.

As soon as they were gone I dragged Mary and her book behind the Snack Shack.

(I think I was getting idea's from Muffy)

As I pulled her on the sand roughly she tore my hand from her arm.

"Okay! What is going on here?" she demanded.

I thought about it.

Should I tell her?

I glanced at Mary.

Her innocent face, glasses and book already told me she and hardly any friends and somehow I knew she could be trusted.

So I told her everything.

(Expect for the Celia part)

I was surprised that she didn't gasp or anything.

She just nodded along and listened.

When I finished she turned to look at Barney's retreating back.

"I read in a book that cheating is bad...but I guess it's different in your case."

She glanced back at me looking at my pleading expression.

"I will help you...and I wont tell anybody...but you help me too."

I looked confused.

"With what?"

Mary blushed and looked at her hands.

"I'll tell you later...so do we have a deal or not?"

I stared at her wondering what she needed help with but came to a quick decision.

"Deal."

We shook hands and peeked out from behind the closed shack.

Barney seemed to be strolling but I could tell it was not a calm peaceful manner about him.

He seemed nervous...almost afraid.

Mary watched my gaze.

"Now what?" she whispered.

"We follow him."