She was humiliated.
Cathelina Bright dragged Jackie Waltson out for a walk after supper.
"How bizarre," she reMarktin ed once the two of them had left the lake.
"What's odd about that?"
"I had the impression that the person she liked was you, but seeing her with your second brother made me feel extremely natural. The two of them should have a pretty nice relationship, right?"
Wills Waltson's attention drifted away from her face and toward the dark lake in the distance.
Luna pressed her lips together. She stopped wasting her breath because she was afraid she had said something incorrectly.
The peaceful midsummer night, even if they didn't say anything, they just sat there like a painting.
The figure in the artwork, listening to cicadas and frogs and blowing in the hot summer breeze...
It seemed like an eternity to her at the time.
In the years since, every time she recalls that scene, she realizes how beautiful it was.