It was Mrs. Thompson who answered the door when I got to Betts’s place, so I guess she was on her way home when she drove past me. The car was nowhere in sight, though, so I guessed she’d parked in the garage, even though it was summer. Her surprised expression told me she hadn’t been expecting to see me. “Hi, Mrs. Thompson,” I said. “Is Betts home?” “Oh, uh, Betts is, uh, well, I, uh…” “For goodness’ sake, Mom, she knows I’m here,” Betts said, appearing in the doorway. “Anyway, I told you, we can trust Shelby.” Mrs. Thompson sighed and stepped back enough to let me in. She didn’t look so hot, I noticed. Her face was pale and there were dark circles under her eyes. “I’m telling her everything,” Betts said as she took my arm and pulled me toward the kitchen. Her voice was tired, like she’d had this argument a few times and didn’t have the energy to do it again. “Oh, go ahead,” Mrs. Thompson said, sounding just as weary. “It won’t be long before all of Little River hears about it, anyway.”
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