Envy

increase the opportunity for someone to overhear. Anyone who saw her could figure that. That day Beth Lee’s impossibly black hair was spiked with so much Elmer’s Glue that someone could hang a coat on it. No doubt once they got to school, someone probably would try.

Hayley motioned for Beth to lower her voice. “For your information, he was out of town all winter break. And in case you were wondering, you’re gross.”

Beth smirked a little and touched the tips of her hair. She made a pained expression that was either meant to signify her sharp hair spires or that she’d been quietly told off by one of the girls whose names she used interchangeably. “Just asking. I figured that you did it by now. Probably told your sister, but not me. People leave me out of everything.”

Taylor spoke up. “She hasn’t told me anything.” She looked at her twin. “You didn’t, did you? I mean, I would have known if you had.”

Hayley scowled a little. “That’s none of your business, but no, I didn’t, and no, I won’t tell you when we do.”

Beth glossed her lips with some overly fragrant strawberry lip balm. “So you’re going to?”

Hayley shook her head, her face now a little more pink than she could ascribe to the cold weather. “I didn’t mean that. I meant, if we do. Unlike some girls around here, I’m actually in no big rush.”

Beth deflected the remark by changing the subject. Beth was like that. Taylor once wondered if Beth’s ancestors invented fireworks because she seemed to totally get off on lighting fuses and standing back to watch the fun.

“I heard some news,” Beth said as the bus lurched down the highway toward Kingston.

“Do we have to pull it out of you?” Taylor asked.

“Right, we know you’re so discreet,” Hayley chimed in, unsuccessfully trying for a little payback.

Beth put her lip balm in her purse and scrolled through her text messages.

“My mom told me that her friend Lu at the Timberline said that Katelyn got into big trouble last fall. Something that made her mom and dad furious. I couldn’t hear it all.”

Hayley narrowed her focus on her best friend. “I thought you said your mom told you.”

“Guilty. Big deal, I was eavesdropping. So what? The information is good.”

“What did your mom say, exactly?” Taylor asked.

“I’m Asian. That doesn’t make me a Sony recorder.”

“Right,” Taylor said. “But what did she say?”

Beth thought for a moment, extracting every word for her friends who always annoyingly insisted on precision. “She said, ‘If I were Katelyn’s mother I’d have done the same thing. What girls won’t do these days for a boy.’”

“What boy was she talking about?” Hayley asked.

Beth sighed. “I don’t know,” she said, clearly bored with the subject of Katelyn’s imaginary love life. “I really don’t care. But I thought you two might.”

BETH LEE ANCHORED HER TRADEMARK black Doc Martens on the green linoleum floor in front of the lockers in the Red Pod at Kingston High School and flipped through her texts. The school administration didn’t allow the use of electronic devices during class, and teachers had gotten pretty good at catching the kids who tried to strategically place books to block the view from the front of the classroom. One violation got a slap on the wrist (not literally, of course, because that would be abuse and abuse was so very, very out of bounds), but two violations meant confiscation of the device and required an irritated parent to personally retrieve it from the principal’s office.

That day Beth’s fashion sense was subdued. Her top was a small men’s chalk-striped suit vest that left her arms bare, and her jeans were old-school acid-washed. She looked a little like an ’80s reject, but she didn’t care.

While a sea of kids trudged past her, she methodically scrolled through her messages, ignoring her mother’s notes, which were always signed LOL. Beth didn’t have the heart to tell her it did not mean Lots Of Love.

BE HOME LATE TONIGHT. YOU’LL HAVE TO MAKE YOUR OWN DINNER. LOL. MOM

She’d moved on to Facebook when Hayley arrived.

“Where’s the other one of you?” Beth asked.

“Maybe Taylor’s in the bathroom?” Hayley guessed. “I don’t know.” Beth held out her phone. “Who is Moira Windsor?”

Hayley looked on and shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of her.”

“Says she’s a friend of yours and wants to friend me.”

Taylor joined them.

“Who is Moira Windsor?” Beth asked her.

Taylor shook her head. “Dunno.”

Beth looked at the twins. “Do you two always say the same thing?”

Hayley laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. “No, and no, we don’t know her.”

By then Taylor was looking at her Facebook account.

“Get this,” she said. “This Moira person says we should friend her because she’s your friend.”

The three girls looked at each other.

“Stalker!” they all said in unison.

Beth put her phone back into her purse.

“Hey, that was cool,” she said. “This time I got to say the same thing. Someone’s rubbing off on someone.” She let a beat pass. “Not sure I like that.”

Hayley and Taylor didn’t say anything more about Moira as they peeled off in different directions for their respective classes. Taylor had art, Hayley had life science, and Beth was toying with getting out of PE because it was table tennis and she felt it would be racist to make her participate. She hated to sweat, and the excuse seemed a plausible way to get out of suiting up.

“Forcing me to play because I’m Asian is offensive,” she imagined herself saying to the coach, a nice woman who never offended anyone.

Kim Lee would be mortified by her daughter’s actions, and Beth would pretend to sulk after she got a talking-to.

Her mom might notice her then. That would be good. It was all she really wanted.

Hayley and Taylor knew Moira’s name. They’d heard their father talking to their mother in the living room again about the pushy reporter, but it was a conversation that ended abruptly when they approached.

What was that all about?

chapter 21

NUMBER 19 WAS EERILY QUIET. For a change their father’s sometimes-jackhammer snoring couldn’t be heard. Hayley and Taylor had talked through the outlet about what they were thinking and feeling. Not surprisingly, Katelyn remained heavy on their minds. She was probably in the thoughts of many in Port Gamble before they slept. Those who were religious likely included Katelyn and the Berkleys in their prayers. All wondered just how it was that a girl could die in a bathtub with a household appliance as her killer.

Hayley and Taylor went to sleep hoping that a clue would come to them.

Something did.

Taylor’s last thoughts before slumber were pleas to whomever or whatever controlled her dreams to let Katelyn come to her.

Then she was in the corner of Katelyn’s bedroom, watching, feeling all that was happening.

The illumination from the laptop’s screen sent a cool white spray of light over her face as Katelyn sat on her bed, hoping for more conversation with the boy she was falling hard for. She wasn’t disappointed. The chat window was open for only a second before he appeared online to talk.