A Silent Scream [6]

(Malory)

It’s Wednesday evening. Olivia and I are leaving when Ron appears hot on our heels at entrance doors.

“Prescott! Lloyd!” He calls. We stop as he approaches us. “About Kyle. Malory, when are you going to see him? Friday evening?”

I shrug and pout. Friday does seem to be the best possible day to do that. “Most likely, yea.”

He nods saying, “Okay, cool. I was just wondering.” He turns to Olivia. “And Prescott.”

She shifts her body to towards him. “Me.”

“What days are you free on evenings?”

Huh?

“Oh, right,” Olivia responds, picking up on what he’s referring to. “Well, let’s see... Sundays are totally off, Monday evenings are off...”

“Wait, why would you need to know that?” I ask Ron, taken aback.

“Tuesdays I’m free on evenings...” Olivia continues.

“We’re trying to schedule our own rehearsals for the play,” Ron explains to me, before groaning, “Tuesdays are off for me, Prescott...”

“Oh,” I say.

“Damn it. Okay, wait, Wednesdays... No, wait, I have Bible study at church on Wednesdays. Thursdays and Fridays, though. Thursdays and Fridays are what I’ve got,” Olivia concludes.

“What time?” he asks.

“All evening on Thursdays, until seven on Fridays.”

“Wait, you’ve got more church activities on a Friday now?” I ask.

All Olivia ever does are church activities.

“Mom’s decision,” she says, flatly.

“Go figures,” I reply.

“Thursdays and Fridays,” Ron says, confidently. “How about that, then? We could practice for maybe an hour or an hour and a half each day.”

“I’ll talk to my parents about it,” she assures him.

“I’ll talk to mine,” he says, passing us at the exit. “I’ll see you both, then.”

“Tomorrow,” I say.

“Yea, tomorrow,” Olivia adds.

Ron takes the left and Olivia and I go right.