Andrews cross, built of a thick, heavy looking wood. It took me a second to process what I was seeing, and when I did I staggered backwards. My phone I shoved into the other one and, tiptoeing towards the door, I turned the light off and stepped as lightly as I could manage out into the hall. Kelly just grasped my arm and led me back out into the hall, pulling the door shut behind us with a different click. I was paralyzed. I was barely paying attention but I swear as she left she turned and flashed that same grin at me that her sister had. As I leaned there, sipping my coke, I started to wonder just why I’d bothered to come. I hated this stupid tiny bedroom, in this filthy trailer, in this dead-end trailer park. A ballroom of some sort, that sounded right for this fucking family.
