Maybe I should be the good guy, I thought. When she didn’t answer and I heard her perky voice—“Hi, this is Morgan. Leave a message.”—I got angry. I remembered what she had said to me after the funeral and how she had treated me at school. I thought about her refusal to visit Billy. Okay, so she wasn’t going out with him anymore, but she had known him forever. If she’d been arrested for murder—even if it turned out that she’d actually done it—Billy wouldn’t have hesitated even for a second to go and see her. Maybe Morgan really had loved Sean, although I didn’t see how you could truly love someone you’ve only known a few weeks. That was no excuse for treating her friends the way she had. Besides, she was wrong about Billy. I ended the call without leaving a message. Billy’s mom called. She said that Billy wanted something from school—a picture that was hanging on the inside of his locker door. She asked me if I would get it for her. I knew the picture she meant.
