“I go to the lake. Or cemetery.” “Why?” She gave Melanie the finger as we passed by. I didn’t know if they’d been introduced or not, but I was guessing they’d had an interaction or two given Cadence’s waving middle finger as Melanie scowled back, her eyes dark and filled with quietly controlled rage. Great. Like we needed more problems. “To be alone. To think. To. . . pray.” “Pray?” She glanced at me. “You don’t strike me as the praying type.”
