“How is she?” Weeks asked, pulling up beside my aunt who was with Nadine and Wendy. Wendy was still sitting on the ground. I expected to see tears on Wendy. But only Nadine"s eyes were moist, and her nose was red.
Threat gone, Brett and I strode over to stand next to the small knot. Wendy stared at the ground, she"d been this way since the whole reenactment of how she stabbed Arline had played out, and while the drama of Lisa and Bridget went down.
“Stable for now.” My aunt held up a pill bottle. “This is lithium. I had her take one.”
Weeks took it and looked at it. “That"s for bipolar.”
“Yes. John, she needs a doctor, right now. This has all been too much,” my Aunt Jessica implored, lightly touching his arm.
“I know.” He looked down at Wendy and her friend, Nadine. “Let"s get her up.
