Chapter Four
Annemarie was suspicious now. Lucy-May, she decided, was one strange girl. Of course that was her diary! Who else would it belong to?
After her cousin's blow-up, Annemarie led Lucy-May downstairs before retrieving the diary and stuffing it under her mattress. Now, a few hours later, Annemarie lay in bed with a flashlight in her hand and her nose in the book. Thank goodness Lucy-May was such a sound sleeper.
The second entry was a little too short, but Annemarie read it anyway.
Dear Diary, January 23, 1978
Jason is so cute! Too bad Callie wasn't here to see how much fun I'm having without her! Jason always hated her anyway.
Hmmm. Jason had obviously been Lucy-May's boyfriend. And why had Jason hated Callie? So many unanswered questions! Annemarie fell asleep with the diary over her face.
The next morning, Annemarie awoke to find her cousin already awake.
"Morning." Annemarie yawned and pushed the diary off her before she realized that Lucy-May was glaring at her.
"Reading my diary, huh?" Lucy-May snatched away the book and stuffed it into her pillowcase.
"So it is yours?" Annemarie smiled sneakily.
"So what if it is?" Lucy-May snapped. "It's none of your business! How much did you read?"
"Only the first two entries."
Lucy-May snorted. "That's not going to get you anywhere."
With that, she stomped out of the room.
Oh, is it? Annemarie grabbed the diary and put it in her hiding place.
No way was this mystery going to be unsolved.