Note Fifty-Three
To: Jacklyn Wuertz From: Cora Roberts
Hey, what did you do last night?
Sent: 9/18 12:35 p.m.
To: Cora Roberts From: Jacklyn Wuertz
I hung out alone. Y?
Sent: 9/18 12:35 p.m.
To: Jacklyn Wuertz From: Cora Roberts
So Robb wasn't with you?
Sent: 9/18 12:39 p.m.
To: Cora Roberts From: Jacklyn Wuertz
No, he went to hang out with friends. He was acting alittle werid.
Sent: 9/18 12:40 p.m.
This was not turning out well.
To: Jacklyn Wuertz To: Cora Roberts
Do you know a Sierra?
Sent: 9/18 12:41 p.m.
To: Cora Roberts From: Jacklyn Wuertz
Yeah! She's cool. We have Spanish together. What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?
Sent: 9/18 12:42 p.m.
I didn't have to reply. Instead, I rested my head against the bathroom door, my bandaged arm resting against the toilet dispenser that I had cut myself against.
I had just gotten into a ton of shit. Was I supposed to tell Jacklyn that her boyfriend of two years had just lied and cheated on her? This door business just seemed more than just a fun thing.