So, obviously, there's a chapter missing between the previous chapter and this one.
Margo
After meeting in the coffee shop, Lizzie, Kate and I walked through the city until we arrived at a hill. Perched on top of the hill were pine trees. Within the pine trees was a large white house.
"I like my privacy," Kate explained, and led us up the hill.
She explained this bc she sensed I was surprised by the hidden house.
She unlocked and opened the front door and we stepped inside into warmth and more darkness. Kate put her keys down on a table to the right of us and flipped on the lights. Once it was lit we could see that the front entryway was large and had tile floors.
"Yall want something to drink?" Kate asked.
Lizzie and I nodded.
Kate led us into the kitchen where she turned on the lights and pulled cups out of the cupboard. Lizzie opened the fridge and pulled out a container of refried beans which she stuck in the microwave. I rifled through the cabinets until I found a Luna bar which I unwrapped after dropping my stuff on the floor.
"Lizzie, would you go see if there's a robe Margo can borrow?" Kate asked.
"Sure," Lizzie replied.
She led me out of the kitchen and to our left, up a large white staircase. As we went up the staircase she turned on several lights.
"Won't we wake people up?" I asked.
I was so used to having my house full of people and it being dark after everyone had gone to sleep which is why I was surprised by the turning on of the lights.
"Oh no," Lizzie replied: "Amy, Kate's cousin/'baby-sitter', is out with some of her friends and her mom, who doesn't give a damn, sleeps like a rock."
"Oh."
Lizzie led me down the end of the white hallway and into what I assumed was Kate's room, where she pulled 2 black robes from the closet. We undressed and put the robes on. It was oddly quiet as we went downstairs. Even at my house at the dead of night you could tell there were more people than here.
"Wow how long has this house been here?" I asked.
"Since the 1800s," Kate answered as we made our way into the kitchen.
Lizzie's beans were done; she took them out of the microwave, stirred them and put them back in.
"Oh wow," I said, pulling out a light wooden kitchen chair from the round table and sittinng down in it.
I was surprised by the age of the house.
"Yeah, I know. It was my ancestors. When they came over here from England they bought this house. And it's been in our family ever since. They came over in 1800," Kate told me.
"Oh."
Kate placed a cup of chai tea in front of me, which I sipped.
"Hey do you mind if I stay here tonight?" I asked; "since I really don't have anywhere else to go and I really don't want to go home, in the dark, at 1 a.m."
"No, of course not, Margo," Kate said.
"Ok."
The kitchen was white with a tile floor and black fridge.
"God it's quiet," I remarked.
"Yeah well its how it usually is," Lizzie told me.
"I know but in my house there are usually 8 people, my mom included."
"Wow," Kate said, surprised.
"Yeah, I know. I have 7 siblings; 3 sisters and 4 brothers. Who drink. And do drugs. Claire's a model, Vanessa's a mystic, Molly baby sits, Mom's a housewife and we never see Dad as he's always at the office."
"My dad's dead," Lizzie said.
I looked at her.
"He died last august 31. And since, my mom's become a workaholic. I never see my brother."
"Oh wow. Lizzie I don't know what to say."
"Yeah well."
"I wish I never saw my dad," Kate said.
I nodded; "yeah I can see why."
Lizzie's beans were done. She sat down in a chair at the kitchen table and ate them.
"All Amy ever does is smoke, drink and laugh," Kate told me.
"Ohh."
"She's 19."
"She's the same age as Molly."