Kelsi feared for Ryan and Sharpay. She had been there when they came into the clinic, more purple and red than their normal pale-colored skin. Now this man, this monster that was once their father wanted to see them? To speak with them? Perhaps try to touch them? Kelsi wanted none of this for her friends.
In fact, none of the Wildcats did.
Winona, though, was a different story entirely.
It was that afternoon when she stood backstage at Ryan and Sharpay's play practice that she began to speak, slowly undoing her braids and shaking loose her curly hair. "You gonna see him?"
Sharpay stood up, watching Winona in the mirror. She studied the girl, not quite twelve years old and not quite five foot tall. She was skinnier than what was healthy, thin faced and wide-eyed. Sharpay knew from her time spent with her that there was a lot more to this girl than met the eye.
"We don't know yet," she finally answered her.
"I would," Winona said, walking up beside her and picking up a tube of mascara, "Don't you have anything to say to him?"
"Oh, I have plenty to say to him," replied an alreay-bristling Sharpay.
"Then say it. I wish I could see my daddy again," Winona said, clumsily applying eye shadow, "I got things to tell him."