Chapter Thirteen
“Would you ever move back home?” Lillian asked as they waited for a car’s tail lights to fade in the distance.
“Why? Are you thinking of returning?” Cara replied.
“Not on your life.” Lillian laughed before raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “I have to say, that looks a little weird from here.”
Cara glanced at the effigy, face down on her lap.
“It’s better than looking at his boss-eyed face. He’s creeping me out.” Cara lifted the dummy to show Emilia’s uneven needlework. Under a khaki cap, glued onto a pillow case filled with cushion stuffing, Emilia had drawn a bulbous nose and a wide, sneering mouth in black felt tip pen. Large grey buttons represented the eyes, but they were hopelessly askew.
“I was tired,” Emilia protested from the front passenger seat of Lillian
