Dont worry? I parrot. This is like some Game of Thrones bullshit right here—how the hell are we supposed to not worry?
She wont tell you? Harper asked, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice.No. He looked over at her. Shes not telling you, either?
Shes not telling me anything, remember?Oh, yeah, Alex said. And those girls are just so … creepy.I know, Harper agreed, remembering the way theyd left Gemma on the shore. I swear, theyre evil.
I wouldnt doubt it. And Gemmas not evil. She really isnt. So I dont know what shes doing.I know! It doesnt make any sense at all! Harper was excited to have somebody to talk about this with, somebody who really knew and understood both her and Gemma. I just wish this all wasnt happening right now.
Im leaving at the end of August for school, and then itll just be Gemma and my dad. And shes getting all wild and crazy now, and soon I wont be around to deal with it.
Alex didnt say anything to that, probably because Harper had just reminded him that his time with Gemma was limited, too.No—I understand. Youre right. Ill do better. Ill take this all to heart, Dad. She gives me a lovely, charming smile. Im very lucky youre so wise.
Now I roll my eyes. Dont patronize me. I was patronizing the best of them, before you were anywhere close to being born.She nods sweetly. Of course, you were. There—got it. She puts her phone away. Was there anything else? Sasha, Mellie and I are going to Monaco for the weekend. I dont want to be late meeting them.
No. I sigh. I suppose thats it for now. Do you want me to tell security to accompany you in plain clothes?Her little brow furrows. Why?