One Night Only (123 page)

“Ge
t
you
r
stuf
f
an
d
we’l
l
tal
k
abou
t
i
t
late
r
.
Thi
s
i
s
no tim
e
fo
r
yo
u
t
o
b
e
frettin
g
i
n
you
r
roo
m
b
y
yourself
.
Y
ou nee
d
t
o
b
e
wit
h
you
r
friends.
”

“Thank
s
fo
r
bein
g
suc
h
a
goo
d
friend
,
Gina,
”
said
Poll
y
.
“
I
reall
y
don
’
t
wan
t
t
o
b
e
o
n
m
y
own.
”

“O
f
cours
e
yo
u
don
’
t,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“N
o
woma
n
is
alon
e
whe
n
sh
e
ha
s
he
r
friends.
”

Poll
y
sniffle
d
an
d
choke
d
bac
k
mor
e
tear
s
a
s
Gina linke
d
he
r
ar
m
an
d
the
y
wen
t
t
o
T
es
s
an
d
Polly
’
s
room.
Poll
y
foun
d
th
e
ke
y
car
d
i
n
he
r
handba
g
whic
h
Gina
swiftl
y
too
k
fro
m
he
r
han
d
an
d
swiped
,
the
n
opene
d
the doo
r
.

Th
e
roo
m
wa
s
exactl
y
a
s
the
y
ha
d
lef
t
it
.
I
t
wa
s
like
visitin
g
a
crim
e
scene
,
kin
d
o
f
lik
e
goin
g
bac
k
i
n
time
.
It wa
s
almos
t
ghostl
y
,
wit
h
T
ess
’
s
belonging
s
strew
n
across th
e
bed
,
jus
t
a
s
she’
d
lef
t
them
.
Th
e
roo
m
smelle
d
of perfum
e
an
d
make-u
p
an
d
freshnes
s
an
d
hop
e
an
d
various
dresse
s
an
d
othe
r
outfi
t
option
s
la
y
everywhere
.

Poll
y
coul
d
hea
r
T
ess
’
s
voic
e
fro
m
earlie
r
.

“It
’
s
abou
t
tim
e
yo
u
dresse
d
fo
r
you
r
ag
e
an
d
no
t
like ou
r
mothe
r
.
Y
o
u
hav
e
a
figur
e
t
o
di
e
fo
r
,
no
w
sho
w
i
t
off!”
Sh
e
reall
y
wa
s
s
o
boss
y
an
d
t
o
th
e
poin
t
bu
t
Poll
y
loved
he
r
siste
r
wit
h
al
l
he
r
heart
.
Sh
e
wa
s
loya
l
an
d
kin
d
and woul
d
g
o
t
o
th
e
end
s
o
f
th
e
eart
h
fo
r
he
r
famil
y
an
d
she
love
d
Ro
b
so
,
s
o
much
.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
n
excellen
t
teache
r
–
everyone
’
s
favourite
.
Sh
e
ha
d
wo
n
th
e
annua
l
schoo
l
extra- curricula
r
awar
d
fo
r
Bes
t
Sport
s
an
d
Bes
t
Art
s
teache
r
,
whic
h
wa
s
outsid
e
he
r
mai
n
jo
b
a
s
Frenc
h
teache
r
,
for
thre
e
year
s
i
n
a
ro
w
.
Sh
e
didn
’
t
deserv
e
t
o
b
e
take
n
away
in a
police
car
even
if she
did
throw
stilettos
at
a bounce
r
.
I
t
wa
s
jus
t
a
pit
y
sh
e
didn
’
t
hi
t
hi
m
harder
!

Poll
y
looke
d
i
n
th
e
mirro
r
an
d
remembere
d
earlie
r
in th
e
evenin
g
whe
n
sh
e
an
d
he
r
siste
r
ha
d
bot
h
don
e
s
o
with suc
h
pride
.
Ho
w
di
d
i
t
ge
t
lik
e
this
?
The
y
ha
d
se
t
ou
t
with suc
h
goo
d
intentions
.

“Com
e
on,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“There
’
s
n
o
poin
t
stewin
g
over
everythin
g
no
w
.
What
’
s
don
e
i
s
don
e
an
d
it
’
s
no
t
lik
e
any o
f
u
s
murdere
d
anyone
,
i
s
it?
”

“Mutto
n
dresse
d
a
s
lamb,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
quietl
y
t
o
her reflection
.
“Mayb
e
h
e
wa
s
right
.
Mayb
e
we’r
e
al
l
just mutto
n
dresse
d
a
s
lamb.
”