The Quarry Girls

by Jess Lourey

I know, because three of us didn’t get to grow up.

Did it drive them a little crazy, taking credit for something they hadn’t earned? Looking back, I believe so.

He was putting on a show for us, that much was clear, but why were we all watching it?

This smoothing over of reality, especially when it was something ugly, didn’t happen in only my home.

In our neighborhood, the problem wasn’t the person who made the mistake; it was the person who acknowledged the truth.

“You’re looking good, too, Heather,” he said, his eyes still on Junie.

oh Sheriff Nilson is like. really a creep huh. like a Real Creepy Creep

She finally turned toward me. What I saw in her eyes was eternal and terrifying.