Best Girl (2012)
“Still freaking, I looked over my shoulder every other minute. As if someone was following. As if I was guilty of something. The only thing I was guilty of was bad timing. An hour earlier and the 9-1-1 call might’ve helped. Don’t get me wrong— I was sorry Diane was dead. But all I could think of was that I couldn’t ask her any more questions. I would never know any more about my mother.
When I got home, I took out the only bottle of liquor I owned. Peach brandy that Shelley gave me when I moved out. I instantly felt guilty. I’d been avoiding her calls. There was no one else I could talk to about this. I had to tell somebody.
I drank down a glass. Then I punched in her number.
“Hello?”
“It’s me,” I said.
Pause. “Hi, kid.” Her voice had an edge to it. “What’s up?”
“Something happened. Something terrible.” I heard her breathe into the phone, waiting. “Diane, the one who told me about my mother—I mean my birth mother—she’s dead! I found her lying there.
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