I pull away, smiling at her, her face aglow in the afternoon sun. “My friend rule was a terrible idea—”
She muffles the rest of my sentence, laughing as she leans in for another kiss. I move to wrap my arms around her, but her eyes widen as she looks past me and suddenly jerks away, my hands grasping at empty air.
She rushes across the grass, frantic, pushing past a group of kids playing soccer. She races into the street to grab a little girl from the middle of the road, pulling her onto the sidewalk.
What the hell? Did I miss something?
I hurry to catch up as Marley marches the child toward a group of older kids. She deposits the kid next to a tween girl who shares the same shade of hair as the little girl.
“Is this your sister?” Marley asks angrily.
The girl nods, clearly frightened. She can’t be more than twelve.
“Do you know what could have happened to her running into the street like that?” Marley is yelling now, her hands on the girl’s shoulders. Her eyes are wild, but I can’t tell if it’s with anger or fear. This is a side of her I’ve never seen. “What is she…? What if…?”
I step in, reaching out to touch her shoulder. “Marley,” I say firmly, but she ignores me.
“You’re supposed to watch out for your sister. She could have been killed.”
I stand there, confused, my eyes taking in the other kids, their scared expressions as they simultaneously try to hide behind one another and get a closer look.
“Take your hands off my daughter!” a voice calls suddenly, and a woman who could only be the girls’ mother is storming across the grass, out for blood. We have to get out of here.
“Marley,” I say, pulling her away. “Stop. She’s fine. Let’s go.”
She looks around at the group of kids, at the terrified girl, the angry mother, her eyes finally landing on me, her wrists now grasped firmly in my hands. Tearfully, she rips out of my grip, running off across the grass, in the direction of the cemetery.
“What is wrong with you?” the mom calls after her.
I watch her go, taking a second to process whatever the hell just happened.
I make a quick apology to the lady and the frightened girl and run after Marley, cutting quickly through the park, knowing exactly where she’ll be. I head straight into the cemetery, where I find her slumped next to Laura’s grave, her head down, long hair hiding her face.
“She’s right, you know,” Marley says as I come closer, my chest heaving. “Something is wrong with me.”
I bend to gently push her hair behind her ear so I can see her face. “What’s going on?”
“No sad stories,” she says, shaking her head.
“Okay,” I say as I sit down next to her. All I want is to understand what just happened. But I know better than anyone what it takes to be ready to tell that story. “You don’t have to tell me. But if you want to, I’m here.”
Her body has totally huddled in on itself. Then she looks up, touching what I now see is a pink sapphire pendant around her neck. Usually, only the chain is visible; I’ve never seen the stone before.
“I always wore yellow,” she says, and I think about all the touches of it I’ve seen her wear. The headband, her shoes, the cardigan, the raincoat. “At first it was just something my mom did when we were really little to give us our own special look, since everything else about our appearance was exactly the same, but… later it became more than that. Yellow made me feel happy, light. Even when I was anxious.”
Her fingertips touch the pink Stargazers growing around the grave. “But Laura… she loved pink. The brighter the better. Always.”
I try not to move, afraid that even the slightest breath will stop her from talking. It’s rare to get more than a sentence out of her when it comes to Laura.
“I was never like her. She was fun, you know? Outgoing. She could talk to anybody, for hours.” She plucks one of the flowers off, smiling sadly. “I didn’t mind that everyone loved her more, because I loved her more too.”
I reach out and take her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.
“We looked out for each other, always. Well, Laura looked out for me, mostly. On that day… she was…” Her voice breaks, and I tighten my grip around her fingers, giving her strength.
“She was going to teach Jenny Pope a lesson,” she says, returning the squeeze as she continues. “She wasn’t going to hurt her, just embarrass her, the way Jenny embarrassed me.” She pauses and shakes her head. “God, I was terrified. I just knew that someone would know that it wasn’t me, but that it was Laura, pretending. Then I’d be even more embarrassed.” She looks over at the grave, the name on it. “But Laura… she was so sure. So calm. So ready to take charge. I couldn’t say no to her.”
I notice a pile of petals at her feet, the Stargazer shredded into tiny pieces with her free hand. I swallow, afraid of where this story’s headed.
“So we were in each other’s clothes. She had my yellow; I had her pink. Her hair was down; mine was up. We… were each other.”
She stops, her breath going ragged. She tries a few times to continue, but she can’t. There’s something stopping her, some barrier she can’t break through.
“If…,” she manages to get out. “If I’d been looking. If I’d just been paying attention. I… I…”
“What? Marley, what happened?” I urge her to keep going, to fight through it.
She shakes her head, but her voice continues on. “We… we had these stupid necklaces. Pink and yellow sapphires. Laura knew that if we were going to pull this off, we had to be perfect. We were waiting by the road, at the bus stop, when she remembered.” She reaches up to her neck. “I was still wearing my yellow sapphire—she was wearing her pink one.”
I watch as she starts to tremble, her memories consuming her.
“She took it off and asked me for mine. But… while she was putting it on, it… it got tangled in her hair. She was so used to having her hair up—and mine, mine was always down. But hers was… Shit.” She starts to shake harder. “I… Shit.…”