Justine
On Monday the girls went to school. Justine drove them to the end of the dirt road, and they waited in the car for the bus to rumble over the hill and collect them on its way to Kishawnee and West Liberty and Red Arrow before getting to the school an hour later. It was still dark at seven thirty, and bitter cold. Justine watched Angela’s shoulders sag as she climbed onto the bus, and tried not to think about the sunny six-minute drive to the San Diego elementary school.
The night before, she’d scrabbled through the coupons, paper clips, and buttons in Lucy’s junk drawer to find a piece of paper and pen. Then she made a list of the things she needed to do. She needed to find out where Lucy got her mail. She needed to send her mother the jewelry and find that diamond ring. She need
