There was nothing she could do to change my mind and she knew it. "Wendy..we're all family here. We're all sisters." Gail, normally, was not the comforting type, but she would go through hell for any of her girls. Her fierce sense of loyalty kept us all feeling safe during the dark times. Not me, though. Not ever. I had always been independent, always been reluctant to rely on others. Except Goldie–my other self.
My fingers had tightened into a fist, the skin white with tension. "It's not the same, " I spit out, "as losing a twin." And the man I thought I felt something for. But I didn't add that. Wendy? Have feelings for a man, for all intents and purposes, killed several hookers? Yeah, that would've have gone over with the girls. Gone over like a lead balloon. Gail knew the truth, but for everyone's safety, it had been decided to let Marv take the blame.
I hated that. Every fiber of my being cried out against it. I thought Marv had paid enough, but even in death, he'd still continue to be the whipping boy of those who had really killed my sister. My heart railed at the injustice of it.
My attention came back from the past and fastened back onto the present. Her grave.
"There's gonna be bloodshed soon, Goldie. I can sense it in my bones." I hesitate for a second.. There was an electric current running through Old Town, and I hadn't been able to accuratelypinpoint who was causing it. It wasn't Old Man Rourk, the last of his family, thatmuch I knew. He had too much on his plate right now to be concerned with the Ladies. I hope he gets a case of lethal indigestion. "Trouble's brewing down in Old Town." This was a habit, coming out here, before what looked to be a fight. I always wanted to be ready to say goodbye, in case I didn't make it.
The wind bit me through my coat. Time to go. "See you two later."