Snowbound - Harlequin.com

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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!”

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 105 Fiona stood. “If you make your apology gracious enough, everyone will assume they were mistaken about your motives. Think about it.” Quietly she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Had it been smart, she wondered, to give a girl like Amy advice on how to manipulate people? How to get along with other people, yes. But she’d done more than that. She’d as good as said, Here’s how to act out the scene so you’ll look good. She made a face. It was done, and she couldn’t take it back. She couldn’t say, If you’re not sorry, we’ll all be able to see right through you. Willow’s and Erin’s voices now came from their bedroom. Fiona rapped lightly on their half-open door. “Can I come in?” “Sure,” Erin said. Willow’s eyes were still puffy. She sat cross-legged on the bed, a pillow clutched to her stomach. “Um… were those the only two pads?” “No, John has quite a collection, apparently. I’ll get them later.” She smiled. “I’m going on down. Why don’t you two come with me?” Willow hunched over and squeezed the pillow harder. “I can’t! Everyone knows… And I acted so stupid.” “I think you’ll find everyone sympathizes with you. And, thanks to sex ed if not their own mothers, boys do know about menstruation.” Erin nodded, her black hair shimmering. “Come on. It’s better to get it over with.” “Is Amy down there?”

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 105<br />

Fiona stood. “If you make your apology gracious<br />

enough, everyone will assume they were mistaken<br />

about your motives. Think about it.”<br />

Quietly she left the room, shutting the door behind<br />

her. Had it been smart, she wondered, to give a girl like<br />

Amy advice on how to manipulate people? How to get<br />

along with other people, yes. But she’d done more than<br />

that. She’d as good as said, Here’s how to act out the<br />

scene so you’ll look good.<br />

She made a face. It was done, and she couldn’t take<br />

it back. She couldn’t say, If you’re not sorry, we’ll all<br />

be able to see right through you.<br />

Willow’s and Erin’s voices now came from their<br />

bedroom.<br />

Fiona rapped lightly on their half-open door. “Can<br />

I <strong>com</strong>e in?”<br />

“Sure,” Erin said.<br />

Willow’s eyes were still puffy. She sat cross-legged<br />

on the bed, a pillow clutched to her stomach. “Um…<br />

were those the only two pads?”<br />

“No, John has quite a collection, apparently. I’ll get<br />

them later.” She smiled. “I’m going on down. Why<br />

don’t you two <strong>com</strong>e with me?”<br />

Willow hunched over and squeezed the pillow harder.<br />

“I can’t! Everyone knows… And I acted so stupid.”<br />

“I think you’ll find everyone sympathizes with you.<br />

And, thanks to sex ed if not their own mothers, boys do<br />

know about menstruation.”<br />

Erin nodded, her black hair shimmering. “Come on.<br />

It’s better to get it over with.”<br />

“Is Amy down there?”

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