Belle swooped down to pick up something unseen from the alphabet rug. "You don't know it was a drug deal, child."
"I snuck out with my trike at night, and Momma grounded me for a week after that." Keisha threw her arms in the air, still facing the bookshelf, a stack of books on the floor beside her. "Snap! Snap! Snap! Onomatopoeia!"
My gut churned. What would Paige do if she knew? Would she hear me out so I could explain? Or would she call the police? If she went with option two, the one thing I didn't think I could stand would be the way she would probably look at me. Disgust. Hatred. Disappointment. All the things I felt about myself unless I was near her. But to have them mirrored back at me in her big, brown eyes... I wouldn't be able to deal.
So, time for a new jacket. Or a dose o
