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“Are you going to?” Agatha flopped down the covers from her face.
Lucy grinned. “Fuck yes.”
“Who’s here?” Agatha asked.
“Buzz and Harper.”
“And now you are up here. Did Harper say something?” Agatha asked, eyes still closed.
“She doesn’t talk to me anymore … at all. I don’t know what I did.” She tried to hold back the tears.
“You got a job,” Agatha offered.
“She told me to. She said she didn’t need me. Didn’t want me.” Lucy wiped the tears away from her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Lucy. I don’t know what her problem is. You two were so close for years, now this.” Agatha sat up and pulled Lucy into a hug.
“All those years, she didn’t want me there but couldn’t get anyone better. Now she has someone better and doesn’t have to pretend around me anymore. I’ve stopped trying,” Lucy admitted, just letting Agatha hug her. They both needed it that day.
“Now you got me crying. Thanks, Lucy.” Agatha pushed her away.
“Sorry, can’t do anything right anymore. Get dressed, or there will be a bucket of water coming up next.”
Heading to the steps, Agatha’s voice stopped her. “How was bringing home the boss’s drunk kid?”
“Good, no puke in the car. She made it to the bathroom. I don’t recommend having a conversation with your boss over his puking kid, though. Not as much fun as it sounds.” Lucy folded her arms and then unfolded them. It emphasized her stomach size when she did it.
“Don’t worry. I’m against bosses in general.” Agatha swung her legs over the bed and said, “When are you going to tell everyone?”
“About Aubrey?” She looked at her sister, puzzled. They probably don’t care about the drunken teen. Maybe Mabel would since she had helped get her to the car….
“About…” Lucy let her voice trail off. Agatha just nodded at her stomach.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Ag,” Lucy stated. No way did Agatha know. She headed down the stairs.
“You can’t hide it for long, Lucy Maud. It’s growing,” Agatha called after her, and she continued down the stairs and went into her room.
Lucy slammed the door behind her and then leaned against it. Agatha knew. Who else knew? She had been so careful, but Agatha lived with her, and though it was a big house, it was hard to be quiet when it was empty.
Lucy stayed in her room until she heard Agatha go downstairs, then she waited to hear someone else come in the house. Nobody did, so she stayed. Sitting on her bed, she looked at her phone for anything fun. There was nothing.
Heading downstairs a while later, she was happy everyone was there. Even Mabel had made it. Nobody said anything as she walked into the kitchen, this time sitting down at the table since the stools were full. Letting the conversation flow around her, she laughed at the jokes and zingers that were lobbed.
At the table, she sat with Emma, who was fifteen going on “I hate everything.” Today she had her headphones in her ears, but Lucy was convinced they were not on, that she was listening to everything. She was just as nosy as the rest of them.
When Sera had married Lucy’s dad, she was already pregnant with Emma, though she was not their father’s kid. By the time baby Emma had been born, daddy Lovely was gone, and nobody had seen him since. But the girls had loved their new baby sister, and they also loved the one that came seven years later. Violet was the perfect baby of the family at eight. Both of Sera’s babies were dark-haired with blue eyes in stark contrast to their mother, who was blond and pale. Harrison had been the father to both by a fluke, and they both resembled him.
By the time everyone was starting to leave, Lucy realized she really hadn’t talked to anyone, just listened to everything. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed, and they left without mentioning anything about it.
“I’m going back to bed,” Agatha said as she headed out of the kitchen, not mentioning what she had said in her room.
“I’m going to binge-watch Dawson’s Creek,” Lucy called after her sister.
“I will be avoiding you like the plague,” Agatha replied from the stairway.
Lucy didn’t see Agatha for most of the rest of the day and only saw her once or twice the entire weekend. She spent it on the couch watching TV and sleeping. Nobody said one word to her.
