havenât.â
Lilly looked at her. âWhy not?â Her voice wasnât sharp. Instead it was curious.
And it made Rebecca reflect on things, too. âIâm not really sure,â she said with a shrug. âI donât think I really have a reason. I just always felt that it wasnât the right time.â
âOh.â Lilly frowned and stared straight ahead again.
There sheâd gone again. Messing something up that she should have taken more care with. The last thing sheâd wanted to do was embarrass the girl.
Maybe it was time to switch topics. âSo, how is your uncle doing?â
âOnkle Jacob? Heâs fine, I guess. Better than me.â
âWhatâs bothering you?â
âOther than the fact that both my parents died and Iâm the new girl here? Not a thing.â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to be insensitive.â
The girl sighed. âYou werenât. Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have spoken to you like that.â
âWould you like to talk about things? Iâm a good listener.â
Pure frustration lit the girlâs features. âMiss Kinsinger, I donât know why you decided to walk with me but Iâm okay. I donât need a new teacher friend.â
Each word was harsh and laced with bitterness. But there was so much pain, too, that Rebecca realized she couldnât be upset by Lillyâs rudeness. Instead, her heart went out to the girl. It was obvious that she was grieving.
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve remembered your background. I spoke without thinking.â
Lilly, with her auburn hair and green eyes, stared at her in confusion. Then, to her surprise, she flushed as if she was embarrassed. âListen, Iâm sorry Iâm being mean. I just get tired of talking about myself.â
She flinched. âYou donât need to apologize. I . . . well, I just wanted you to know I cared.â They were now on Main Street. In just a few minutes, Lilly would be at the store and Rebecca would be at the mill.
âWhy? What difference does it make? No matter what you might think or feel, it wonât change anything. No matter how sorry you are or how much I smile and try to get on, it wonât bring them back. Theyâre gone forever.â
âI know.â Taking a ragged breath, she forced herself to push through the pain. âLilly, Iâm sorry about your parents. I know how you must feel.â
âYeah, right.â
âI do. Both of my parents are in Heaven, too.â
But instead of looking like she was glad to meet someone who had experienced the same loss, she simply looked at her blankly. âDid your parents die suddenly in a car accident?â
âWell, nee . My mother died years ago. But my daed ââ
âWere you forced to move out of your house and leave all of your friends during your last year of school?â Lilly interrupted.
â Nee , butââ
âAnd are you an only child living with grandparents who are old and an uncle who knows less about kids than pretty much anyone?â
âOf course not.â
âThen you do not know how Iâm feeling.â
âYouâre right. I am sorry for trying to be your friend.â
Lilly sighed impatiently. âMiss Kinsinger, like I said, I amsorry Iâm being so rude. I appreciate you being nice, too. But the fact of the matter is that I would really rather not talkââ
âThatâs enough, Lilly,â a deep voice called out.
Startled, both Lilly and Rebecca turned around to discover that Jacob, Lillyâs uncle, was approaching.
The teenager groaned. âGreat. Just when I thought this day couldnât get any worse . . . it did.â
Rebecca was pretty sure she couldnât agree more.
Chapter 7
J acobâs face was thunderous. So thunderous, Lilly looked alarmed.
And Rebecca had no idea how to make this whole fiasco of a conversation
Holly Black, Cassandra Clare