The rim of the moon showed like a blade being pulled from a sheath. Derrick stared at Audrey as if a word might climb back into his mouth.
“You don't mean it," he said.
“I mean every piece," Audrey said.
“She cut him off."
“Right here."
Daisy moved two steps forward, catching the light.
“Don't blame Derrick," she called.
“Kept quiet about what?" Audrey asked without looking at her.
“My feelings," Daisy said. “I never wanted Father to send you away."
A cluster of girls turned in unison. “You make things hard," one said. “Daisy never speaks against you."
“Cruel?" Audrey repeated, almost curious.
“You pushed her down the stairs," a third declared, “Everyone remembers."
“Everyone remembers what they were told."
Derrick lifted a hand, palm out. “All of you, stop talking at once."
