Chapter 15

The girls oohed and ahhed, pushing each other now in their haste. Like a drunken pied piper, Amanda led the way into the house, her friends close behind. Tara waited until the van was empty, then shut the door and locked it. She caught up with Marlene on the porch. “Hey, I’m going to sit out here for a bit,” she said, slipping the keys to the van into Marlene’s dress pocket.

Marlene started, as if surprised Tara was still there. “Oh, okay. Want a drink? We’re home now. I can get you something.”

With a shake of her head, Tara said, “No, I’m good.”

Fanning herself, Marlene sighed. “It’s so hotout here! Do you want me to sit out here with you? Or—”

“No, no,” Tara said, a little too quickly. “You go on in with the others and have fun.”

“With one of Mandy’s vibrators?” Marlene snorted. “Plastic doesn’t do it for me, sorry. I think I’ll have a nightcap and head on up to bed.”