Tina excused herself as she walked out of the room and down the hallway. It was the first instance where Bette had found herself alone with her sister since she had told her she might have cancer. Bette reached out to hold Kit’s hand and smiled at her sister. Even though her smile was sincere Kit could tell her little sister was more concerned than ever and not just over her.

“What’s wrong baby sis?” she asked. Bette shook her head unanswering. “It’s not important,” she started still smiling. Kit studied her sister’s face.

“You have always been a horrible liar, Bette. No you tell me what’s wrong,” Kit told her sister and patted the bed next to her. Bette climbed in next to her sister and put her head on sister’s shoulder. “Come on, tell me everything,” Kit started.

“It’s not the right time, Kit. We’ll wait untill after your operation,” Bette protested snuggling into her sister’s arms. She closed her eyes. This was how it should be. Her big sister holding her so everything would seem ok and Bette enjoying the fact.

“Ok, then. But you remember to tell me,” Kit started. “Cause I sure will.”

It was dark and Shane crept along the polished lawn toward the house. She stood behind a tree and looked up at the plain brown window on the second story. That was the last place she had seen her. In this lawn going up to that window. Shane puzzled herself. Why was she here? She knew that Will wasn’t going to just be hanging out in her room waiting for Shane to come throw rocks at her window. Still, maybe, she had hoped.

Shane heard scruffling in a bush and hid back behind a tree. Probably just a squirrel, she had thought, and watched intently for movement. Suddenly she saw a flash of light and Shane slowly made her way over to it. She crept through the underbursh darting the lawn untill she was just behind the source of the brilliant light.

“Mark,” she whispered. Mark jumped as Shane called out his name. “Hey, it’s just me,” Shane told him. Mark stared at Shane puzzeled.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her.