CLAUDETTE'S NIECE
"I thought you said she was in here."
Rick's latest girlfriend stood in the doorway to the spare room. My gaze was removed from Rick's face and now bore into the woman's face. Her hair was wild and bushy, her lipstick was faded and she had a pimple in the valley of her chin. But now was no time to judge.
"What?!" Rick bellowed. "Where the fuck is my daughter?"
He stared at me, rage flaring in his eyes. I knew what he was capable of, and fear flowed through me, turning my blood into dust.
"But, what, um, I" I stammered. Clenching my fists and shutting my eyes, I pulled myself together, calmed down, and tried again.
"She should be there. It was the last place I saw her, and she didn't seem in a hurry to move."
Rick stormed off and entered the room. He was searching for some sign of his daughter. I followed him, praying he didn't damage the expensive cupid statue in there.
When I walked into the room, I saw him sitting on the freshly made bed and crisp sheets with a piece of lightly pinked paper in his hands. The paper was folded in half and was labeled in Corrie's handwriting "everyone". I sat next to Rick, with the woman watching, still in the doorway. Rick opened the paper.
