They made a quick stop at Larry’s place to drop off Crystal’s backpack and let her put on something else—apparently what she’d worn to school wasn’t good enough to wear to the show. And it took her long enough to change; Larry paced the living room, jingling his keys, trying hard not to give into the urge to call out to her, tell her to hurry up. When she finally emerged from her room, he glanced at her outfit and couldn’t see much difference in the jeans and T-shirt she had changed into. They looked the same as what she’d had on before.
Then he spotted the shiny pink lips and glittery blue eye shadow. He stopped in mid-step and stared.
She quivered in front of him, obviously scared as she waited for his reaction. Twelve, he reminded himself. Twelve and already wearing makeup. Jesus Chri
