He found Betty in their room. She was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. An open book was on the bed beside her.“Where’s Matilda?” he aske..., looking around.“I think she went for a walk,” said Betty. “She said something about our tree house.”“It’s freezing cold out there!” said Bobby.“Yeah,” she said, disinterestedly.“When are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he asked.“I don’t know,” she said. She looked startled and suddenly much more alert. “Nothing’s wrong,” she lied.“Mamma’s. Happens to everyone at some point I guess." Doesn't make it any easier."He took another sip, enjoying the silence and clarity it brought to his mind. "No, no it doesn't." The blonde chick? I think I've walked past her on the stairs once or twice." Yeah, it's probably the one you're thinking of. Hard to turn away from, harder to look at." Fits the image in my head. What's her name?" I am kind of trying to forget." Not for now, try to remember things while they are still fresh. In a year she. She had a sort of blank expression on her youthful face, but other than that she appeared normal. She was wearing a pair of faded designer jeans with little stylish rips in it that had cuffs cropped up almost to her knees, exposing her calves and ankles. Her shirt was a soft, light white t-shirt that had a large picture of "Elmo" on the front—the shirt came down to just above the top of her pants, revealing the slightest bit of her firm, flat belly. Her hair was held back with a sort of. Most of them looked pointedly back and forth between me and my girlfriend, who was still wrapped around Ryan's arm. Clearly, they knew something was going on. After all, they'd witnessed first hand how Dawn and Ryan had become rather obviously close in the past few weeks. And they were quite curious as to my seeming non-reaction. Tricia and Stephen probably knew of my arrangement with Dawn, but I didn't know how much further it had spread.So with that little bit of tension hanging in the middle.