Seventeen
TerinAS I MADE my way out to the parking lot, I called my sister. “What’s up?”
“I just found out what happened earlier from watching the news. Why didn’t you call me?!”
“Sorry. I’ve been so busy,” I replied, frowning. It was on the news already? “Mom doesn’t know about it, does she?”
“Did you hear from her?”
“No.”
“Then you know that she hasn’t. I think it’s her hair appointment day.”
I sighed. “Okay. I should probably call her and let her know before she turns on the television later.”
“Do you think?” she reply dryly.
I ignored the sarcasm. “Anyway, I have to go. Can I call you later?”
“Yes. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did they catch the guys yet?”
“Two of them.”
“How many were there?”
“Three in all.”
“We get lunch there all the time. I can’t believe it. I suppos
