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thinking about quitting music," Alex whispered, crossing her arms.
I sighed. "Had she already told you what Marcus did?" I asked.
Alex shook her head. "She just told me you weren't singing. She didn't mention anything about Marcus."
I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. We just stood there watching Mom play with Lane on the living room floor. They were too far away to hear anything we were saying, and they weren't paying attention, anyway.
"You need to go out with Claire," Alex said finally. "I thought you were looking forward to it."
"I was, but I'm tired. I really don't feel like getting dressed and going all the way up there."
She looked at me with an impassive expression. "Wynn, you'll feel much better if you get out of the house and catch up with some of your friends." She paused and smiled as she poked at me. "And don't give me any of this I'm not doing music anymore crap, because that's not happening."
I smiled, but it wasn't my old Wynn smile, and she knew it. Our eyes locked and she regarded me with a sincere expression.
"I really think you should go tonight. I felt good about it when mom told me you were getting out of the house. I think you'll have fun if you just make yourself do it."
"Since when are you such a big fan of me going out?"
"Since never." She paused and shrugged. "Mom told me you were going, and I felt like it was a good thing, that's all. I was happy to hear you were getting out of the house."
I glanced into the living room and narrowed my eyes at my mother. "Did she tell you I was still in my pajamas?" I asked figuring out why Alex had "unexpectedly" dropped by.
Alex smiled and shrugged. "Maybe. She wants to see you have fun with your friends. We both do. We're not used to sad Wynn. She's new to us, and we'd like to send her back to Austin and have happy Wynn back."
I let out a little humorless laugh. "Happy Wynn's in here somewhere," I said. "I'll find her after enough Ben and Jerry's."
Alex laughed as she reached out to pinch my side. "You need some Ben and Jerry's," she said. "You're looking like Mrs. Lewis." (Mrs. Lewis was one of our high school English teachers who was virtually skin and bones.) I had never been compared to her before, and the comment made me let out a laugh, one that was slightly more genuine than the others that came before it.
"I don't knowwww," I said, stretching.
My sister knew that I was saying I didn't know if I could muster up the desire to go to New Orleans, and she reached out to rub my belly as I stretched.
"Go," she said. "Take that first step. Get out of the house. You'll be glad you did."
I gave her a tired smile as I stared at her, and she reached out and pinched my cheek. "Get dressed and go," she said. "You got to start living again sometime, it might as well be tonight."
I let out a sigh since I already had my brain all wrapped around staying home.
She smacked my bottom, and I let out a little yelp. "Do it," she said. "You already have plans. Just stick with them."
I let out another long sigh as I turned to head to my bedroom. My mom knew exactly why Alex had come over there, so she smiled knowingly at me as I crossed the living room headed for the stairs. I narrowed my eyes at her, which only made her smile broaden.
"Give me a minute to talk to Mom, and I'll come visit while you're getting dressed!" Alex called as I walked up the stairs.
I nodded, wondering why in the world I had just agreed to get dressed to go out when it was just about the last thing I wanted to do. Alex was normally the one worried about me—the one who warned me about going out, and always made sure I carried a bottle of mace. I wondered why she had her heart set on me going to meet Claire that evening, and I asked her as much while we were upstairs. She said she just had a feeling that I wouldn't regret going—that she thought I'd regret staying more than going, and she felt like she needed to tell me that. She even went as far as to say she had "a
I sighed. "Had she already told you what Marcus did?" I asked.
Alex shook her head. "She just told me you weren't singing. She didn't mention anything about Marcus."
I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. We just stood there watching Mom play with Lane on the living room floor. They were too far away to hear anything we were saying, and they weren't paying attention, anyway.
"You need to go out with Claire," Alex said finally. "I thought you were looking forward to it."
"I was, but I'm tired. I really don't feel like getting dressed and going all the way up there."
She looked at me with an impassive expression. "Wynn, you'll feel much better if you get out of the house and catch up with some of your friends." She paused and smiled as she poked at me. "And don't give me any of this I'm not doing music anymore crap, because that's not happening."
I smiled, but it wasn't my old Wynn smile, and she knew it. Our eyes locked and she regarded me with a sincere expression.
"I really think you should go tonight. I felt good about it when mom told me you were getting out of the house. I think you'll have fun if you just make yourself do it."
"Since when are you such a big fan of me going out?"
"Since never." She paused and shrugged. "Mom told me you were going, and I felt like it was a good thing, that's all. I was happy to hear you were getting out of the house."
I glanced into the living room and narrowed my eyes at my mother. "Did she tell you I was still in my pajamas?" I asked figuring out why Alex had "unexpectedly" dropped by.
Alex smiled and shrugged. "Maybe. She wants to see you have fun with your friends. We both do. We're not used to sad Wynn. She's new to us, and we'd like to send her back to Austin and have happy Wynn back."
I let out a little humorless laugh. "Happy Wynn's in here somewhere," I said. "I'll find her after enough Ben and Jerry's."
Alex laughed as she reached out to pinch my side. "You need some Ben and Jerry's," she said. "You're looking like Mrs. Lewis." (Mrs. Lewis was one of our high school English teachers who was virtually skin and bones.) I had never been compared to her before, and the comment made me let out a laugh, one that was slightly more genuine than the others that came before it.
"I don't knowwww," I said, stretching.
My sister knew that I was saying I didn't know if I could muster up the desire to go to New Orleans, and she reached out to rub my belly as I stretched.
"Go," she said. "Take that first step. Get out of the house. You'll be glad you did."
I gave her a tired smile as I stared at her, and she reached out and pinched my cheek. "Get dressed and go," she said. "You got to start living again sometime, it might as well be tonight."
I let out a sigh since I already had my brain all wrapped around staying home.
She smacked my bottom, and I let out a little yelp. "Do it," she said. "You already have plans. Just stick with them."
I let out another long sigh as I turned to head to my bedroom. My mom knew exactly why Alex had come over there, so she smiled knowingly at me as I crossed the living room headed for the stairs. I narrowed my eyes at her, which only made her smile broaden.
"Give me a minute to talk to Mom, and I'll come visit while you're getting dressed!" Alex called as I walked up the stairs.
I nodded, wondering why in the world I had just agreed to get dressed to go out when it was just about the last thing I wanted to do. Alex was normally the one worried about me—the one who warned me about going out, and always made sure I carried a bottle of mace. I wondered why she had her heart set on me going to meet Claire that evening, and I asked her as much while we were upstairs. She said she just had a feeling that I wouldn't regret going—that she thought I'd regret staying more than going, and she felt like she needed to tell me that. She even went as far as to say she had "a
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