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Her mother was crying and pacing the floor when they walked in. Rosemary was eating Cheerios and watching cartoons. She stopped eating and looked up when her sisters came through the door. Milk dripped from her chin back into the bowl as she said, “Sierra I know you didn’t murder that boy.”

Anna cried louder and Sandra threw up her hands in a theatrical gesture and said, “From the mouths of babes. I wish I could just die.”

“Thank you, Rosemary. I didn’t kill anybody, but it looks like you and I are the only ones in the family that are sure about it. I’ll be in my room if that’s all right with you Mama.” Not waiting for an answer she walked away, leaving her mother crying, Rosemary dripping milk and Sandra trying out for a Shakespearian play, waving her arms above her head and bemoaning her misfortune to have a murderer for a sister.

I wish I had the nerve to tell Sandra that if she doesn’t shut up, I’m going to kill her next and use the same gun I shot Randy with, Sierra thought. I bet that would shut her up. I’ve got to think this out, plan what I’m going to tell the sheriff when he comes. One thing’s for sure, I’ve got to keep my mouth shut about what happened last night. I’ve already told so many lies to Mama and Papa, I’m not sure if I can ever tell anyone the truth. I’d like to be able to tell them yes, I got drunk on prom night and yes, I had sex with Randy. Maybe the world’s shortest sex act, but sex nonetheless.

I wonder if that’s all there is to sex. Heck, if that’s all there is to it, why would anyone even want to do it? I wish I could tell everyone that Randy tried to rape me last night and I had to hit him on the head with a rock to stop him. But, I can’t. I’ve already lied myself into a hole. Now I’ve got to stay with the story.

What would it do to them if I told them? Yes, Papa I got drunk, screwed Randy’s brains out and beat him on the head with a rock. Oh yes, I’m sure they would just love to hear something like that. And Sandra, oh my gosh, she gets her back arched over nothing. I can hear her now in the kitchen pitching a fit about what a tramp sister she has embarrassing her. Give me a break. No, I’m into it already and I don’t have any choice but to stay with the stories I’ve already told.