Meg's mother was nowhere to be found, but when she walked into the kitchen, she found Kelly there scrubbing a pot, and she couldn't tell if the beads of liquid running down her face were tears or perspiration. She instantly felt awful for how she'd treated her friend.
Noticing her entering the room, Kelly shouted over her shoulder, "Don't worry. As soon as I finish this pot, I'm off to find a stocking."
Leaning on the counter next to her, Meg said, "I'm sorry, Kelly." She ignored her, still concentrating on the pot, scrubbing so viciously, Meg thought she might tear a fingertip off. "I only said those things because because I was afraid of losing you. That's all."
"I already told you that will never happen," Kelly replied, setting the pot back into the sink and turning to face her.
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