Melissa knocked firmly on the front door of Pamela’s house. Pamela’s older sister answered, looking briefly concerned — clearly aware that something was wrong, even if she wasn’t taking it seriously.
“Hi, I came to see Pamela,” Melissa said breathlessly. “She tripped and fell right in front of my house. My brother saw her.”
Instantly, the worry lines vanished from the sister’s forehead, replaced by a smile of immense relief. “Ah! So that was it! God, I’m so glad you came to explain.”
“Explain?” Melissa felt like she had walked into a movie theater halfway through the film. “No, I didn’t come to clarify anything. I want to know what happened, too.”
“Well, my little sister has been making a massive scene in her room, locked up, since she got back. My parents are relaxed about it because
