stood.
“What do you mean, stopped it?”
“I mean everyone is standing around staring at her. Ryan looks like he’s been hit by a truck, and your mother apparently doesn’t know what to say.”
That worried me more than anything.
My mother always knew what to say.
“What did Amelia do?”
Nora lowered her voice.
“Annie, just get here.”
“Nora, tell me what happened.”
There was a pause.
Then she said the only thing necessary.
“Amelia needs you.”
I immediately called our neighbor across the street, a woman who had
