"I have no time for friends, no time for anything anymore. And my parents are stressed out all the time.”
This is so not her type.
Mimi grips her gym bag tighter, hoists it over her shoulder. Should she leave? Stand there and wait? Or say something?
Say something. She should definitely say something.
“Uh… Lea? Are you okay?”
Of all the dumb questions. No, she’s not okay, duh.
Lea grabs a tissue, swipes at her eyes. “Whatever.” She looks at her watch, then up the road again. “I guess my mom couldn’t make it. I’m going to start walking.”
She’s heading in the same direction as Mimi has to go, anyway. Mimi falls into step beside her, wondering if she should say something, or just wait.
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