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distance.
    â€œHave you seen—?” he began, but Scarlett was already reaching to the bedside table and the baseball cap lying there. Macon leaned over and took it from her, then put it on with a sheepish look. “Thanks.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.” Scarlett pulled her hair back behind her head, gathering it in her hands, which meant she was thinking. “So, you need a ride to the service?”
    â€œNah,” he said, walking to the bedroom door with his hands in his pockets, stepping over my feet as if I was invisible. “I’ll see you there.”
    â€œOkay.” Scarlett stood by the doorway.
    â€œIs it cool? To go out this way?” he was whispering, gesturing down the hall to Marion’s empty room.
    â€œIt’s fine.”
    He nodded, then stepped toward her awkwardly, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Thanks,” he said quietly, in a voice I probably was not supposed to hear. “I mean it.”
    â€œIt’s no big deal,” Scarlett said, smiling up at him, and we both watched him as he loped off, his boots clunking down the stairs and out the door. When I heard it swing shut, I walked to the window and leaned against the glass, waiting until he came out on the walk, squinting, and began those eighteen steps to the street. Across the street my mother looked up, folding her paper in her lap, watching too.
    â€œI cannot believe you,” I said out loud, as Macon Faulkner passed the prickly bushes and turned left, headed out of Lakeview — Neighborhood of Friends.
    â€œHe was upset,” Scarlett said simply. “Michael was his best friend.”
    â€œBut you never even told me you knew him. And then I come up here and he’s in your bed.”
    â€œI just knew him through Michael. He’s messed up, Halley. He’s got a lot of problems.”
    â€œIt’s so weird, though,” I said. “I mean, that he was here.”
    â€œHe just needed someone,” she said. “That’s all.”
    I still had my eye on Macon Faulkner as he moved past the perfect houses of our neighborhood, seeming out of place among hissing sprinklers and thrown newspapers on a bright and shiny late summer morning. I couldn’t say then what it was about him that kept me there. But just as he was rounding the corner, disappearing from sight, he turned around and lifted his hand, waving at me, as if he knew even without turning back that I’d still be there in the window, watching him go.

    When we got to the church, there was already a line out the door. Scarlett hadn’t said much the entire trip, and as we walked over, she was wringing her hands.
    â€œAre you okay?” I asked her.
    â€œIt’s just weird,” she said, and her voice was low and hollow. She had her eyes on something straight ahead. “All of it.”
    As I looked up I could see what she meant. Elizabeth Gunderson, head cheerleader, was surrounded by a group of her friends on the church steps. She was sobbing hysterically, a red T-shirt in her hands.
    Scarlett stopped when we got within a few feet of the crowd, so suddenly that I kept walking and then had to go back for her. She was standing by herself, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
    â€œScarlett?” I said.
    â€œThis was a bad idea,” she said. “We shouldn’t have come.”
    â€œBut—”
    And that was as far as I got before Ginny Tabor came up behind me, throwing her arms around both of us at once and collapsing into tears. She smelled like hairspray and cigarette smoke and was wearing a blue dress that showed too much leg.
    â€œOh, my God,” she said, lifting her head to take in me and then Scarlett as we pulled away from her as delicately as possible. “It’s so awful, so terrible. I haven’t been able to eat since I heard. I’m a wreck.”
    Neither of us said anything; we just kept walking, while Ginny fumbled for a cigarette,