“Jill, I’m getting tired of these few stolen moments,” Alex said, several weeks later. They managed to see each other as often as possible, but it never seemed like enough time. Jill called her every day during the week, sometimes more than once. When she could, she would sneak over to Mrs. Harrison for a quick call on the weekend. Alex never asked why she only called from Mrs. Harrison’s, nor let Jill know that she’d discovered the secret.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, casting her eyes down. The angry red scrapes down one side of her face coupled with the sadness in her eyes made her look defeated.
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. Don’t look so sad.” Alex reached out and gently touched Jill’s damaged cheek. “You and the girls need to be more careful when you play. It seems like you are alway
