L.J. Smith

“Because I didn’t either. And Vickie couldn’t have told them because she’s gone catatonic again, and Sue’s dead and Caroline was outside by that time. But Tyler knew. Remember, he said, ‘If you hadn’t been hiding in the living room, you’d have seen what happened.’ How could he know?”

The record player clicked and the stylus swung back to the beginning. With a shock, Bonnie recognized the song as it started over.

It was “Goodnight Sweetheart.”

We are going to see Meredith’s grandfather tomorrow.

Bonnie was deeply impressed by this strategy. No wonder he’s a quarterback, she was thinking. I would have just rushed in, yelling.

“Get away from my brother.”

June 21, 7:30 a.m.

The Summer Solstice

Dear Diary,

Oh, it’s all too much to explain and you wouldn’t believe it anyway. I’m going to bed.

Bonnie