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104 SNOWBOUND
Amy lay flat on her back on one of the beds, staring
up at the ceiling. Fiona could tell she had hastily wiped
away tears.
“You okay?” she asked gently, sitting on the other bed.
“They all act like they hate me.”
“No, they were just expressing disapproval.”
“She’s such a mouse,” Amy spat.
Fiona counted to five. “Not everyone has your confidence,
Amy.”
“You should have seen her outside. She was all
over Hopper.”
Ah. Was revenge sweet?
“Are you sure she was flirting, and not just playing?”
“Playing?” Amy rolled a sidelong, incredulous look
at Fiona. “Oh, right.”
“Willow is young in a lot of ways…”
“Not that young.”
Willow’s confidences weren’t hers to tell, and
anyway, Fiona wasn’t so sure Amy would care that the
other girl’s mother had died and that might be why she
was clinging to childhood.
“No matter what you think Willow did to you, you
owe her an apology.”
Tears abruptly filled the sixteen-year-old’s eyes, and
she flipped so her back was to Fiona. “No way!”
“To some extent the decision is yours.” Fiona paused.
“But I suspect you’ll get the cold shoulder from the
others until you say you’re sorry.”
Voice smothered by the pillow, Amy cried, “But
I’m not!”