Chapter 12
Angela stopped her on the way back to the kitchen. The other woman, who had to be only like nineteen, and Becky could barely remember being that young, looked scared.
"Becky, I need to talk to you," Angela said. She was still doing her job and passing around a tray. Her big eyes were wide and around, and she and Becky stepped aside to let people pass.
No one was paying attention to them. Everyone else was so consumed with their party experience, passing by as if she and Angela were discussing the weather.
For all they knew, they might have been.
"What's going on?" Becky asked. "You haven't told anyone about the thing, have you?" It felt wrong to refer to Miss Essie as just as "thing" but it had to be done. Angela shook her head.
"I'm not sure anyone would believe me if I d
