SUSAN MCMILLAN
"Do I have spiders in my hair?" Susan asked, smiling.
"No," Andie replied. "But that would be really cool. You wanna go play in the barn and see if we can find some?"
"Maybe next time, squirt," Susan said. "As a rule, I don't seek out spiders as friends."
Susan watched Garrett and Natalie exchange a look. She hated when they did that.
The silent communication they shared—as if their souls spoke instead of their mouths—made her already burdensome envy of her friends' relationship grow.
And envy always made her grumpy. She pursed her lips as she examined the frowning faces surrounding her.
"What are you all staring at?" She stood, and the chair scraped against the tile. "I visit all the time."
"Man, she's got it bad," Sylvie muttered.
Susan looked at the teenager, her stomach churning. "What do I have?"
Garrett and Natalie shared another look and Susan broke. "Stop doing that!"
"Stop doing what?" Nat asked in surprised voice.
