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Donja and Makayla were playing around with their makeup kits atop Makayla’s bed, listening to Taylor Swift on the radio.
“You know, I like your music, or should I say it’s growing on me, but you have got to hear some of my Goth CDs,” Donja said.
“Sure, anytime,” Makala grinned. “I like all music, well, almost all.”
“Me too,” Donja said, “I’m a Gaga and Rihanna fan, I’m just partial to goth, especially—”
Makayla’s phone rang cutting her words short.
Makayla answered. “Oh hi, Mrs. Boyet.”
Silence and Donja noticed Makayla’s brows furrow.
“No, I haven’t,” Makayla mused.
Silence.
“Okay, I will, goodbye.”
She dropped her phone to the bed. “That was Heather’s mom. It seems Becky and Heather went out last night just as planned but neither of them came home.”
Donja spiked her brows. “What?” What happened?”
“I’m not sure.” Makayla frowned. “Maybe they ran into Matt, Heather’s boyfriend, and took off partying. I bet they probably got wasted and are sleepin’ it off,” she smiled nervously.”
“You look concerned.”
“Yeah, I am.” Makayla frowned. “Matt’s not happy about Heather leaving and she was going to tell him last night that she’s pregnant.”
“Oh my God!” Donja said with a hand to her mouth. “She out getting wasted and she’s pregnant?”
“I was just speculating, but it wouldn’t surprise me. She’s not very stable right now, the move, the pregnancy. Oh well, I’m sure they will be home soon. I just hope Heather still intends to party with us tonight ’cause it’s her last night in town. I want it be special.”
“Special yes, but no booze,” Donja mumbled.
A knock at the door silenced their conversation as they both turned blank faces to the door.
Silence, followed by another knock.
“It’s probably Frankie to tell us dinner’s ready,” Donja mouthed.
“Why are you whispering?” Makayla asked.
“Because this house spooks me out.”
Makayla laughed, then got up, strutting for the door. She turned the knob and it creaked.
Donja listened, unable to see who was there.
“Hello, I’m Stan Strzyzykowski,” a masculine voice wafted. “I’m the foreman for the construction crew. I don’t mean to disturb you, but no one’s downstairs and we are about to leave for the day.”
“Hmm, well I’m sure my dad’s here somewhere.” Makayla assured him.
“Could you just give him a message, please.”
“Sure.”
“Let him know that we were ripping out a wall to install the plumbing and uncovered a hidden staircase that goes to an enclosed attic. Ask him if wants to keep it open or seal it back off.”
