“Junie,” I said, my voice steel, my movements small because I couldn’t scare her off, couldn’t survive her death, never, not in a million years. I couldn’t lose Junie. Not my June Bug. She had to tell me. “Was it Ed? Did he give you those earrings?” She shook her head once, sharply, the earrings winding up to smack her cheek, left and then right. Tick tick. “Then who? You’re too young to be hanging around with someone who gives you jewelry like that. It’s dangerous.”
