77 - Like He Belonged There

Submitted by Ken Watts on Fri, 05/11/2007 - 03:50

Julie had found a spot at the very edge of the party, where she could sit by herself, and not have to talk to people. She was tired of answering questions, and of thinking of questions to ask.

There was a slight breeze from the sea, and as it cooled the back of her neck, she watched the crowd, and wondered what was happening to Dudley/Clarence/Mr. Smith.

Across the deck, Tim was standing in a group of his friends, laughing, joking, like he belonged there. And he did. She just wasn't sure, somehow, that she did.

But it was too late to worry about that, now.

She was just glad that he hadn't noticed she wasn't there. She didn't want to have to deal with all those new people right now.

A girl came up behind Tim, and put her hands on his eyes. He laughed and said something, then she said something back, and then he whirled around and gave her a hug.

Julie leaned forward, intent.

It was the girl from the picture in Tim's room.