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didn't
have much money and hated spending it on someone he was wasting time on. Was he
not wasting time on Candice Greybill? Was he serious about this woman?
    Molly swallowed hard and nodded. "It
means...it means you're doing good together. He's not just fooling
around." She whispered, her eyes downcast.
    Candice smiled brilliantly, showing off
teeth that were whiter than the white paint on her face. "Oh...oh good,
I'm so glad! I really like this guy after all. He's great, isn't he? Now I know
why you were friends with him so long. How many years were you two friends?
Seven, eight years?"
    Molly laughed. "No. Twenty-four
years."
    "Wow! And you're what...thirty
five?"
    It was a low blow, purposely aimed at her
that took the breath from her lungs momentarily. "I'm the same age as
Harrison. We've known each other since we were four."
    "Wow. So you're only twenty-eight? I
never would have guessed. Huh...well okay, you get back to your nap. I have to
go out to the field I'm coaching cheerleading now. Harrison's going to pick
me up after and we're going on a great date he says it's a surprise. Oh, do I
have any paint on my face?" Candice asked, taking off her smock and
rubbing her face. A mistake, seeing that undried paint from her smock had
transferred to her fingers and then to her face, making her cheeks color with
green and yellow, a strange combination that even clowns shouldn't try.
    But Molly just smiled sweetly, Candice's
words still floating around harshly in her head. "Nope, not at all."
She lied with a shake of her head, then closed her eyes and listened until
Candice finally retreated out of the classroom and to where ever the next place
she had to go was.
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    She had promised herself that she wouldn't
let Candice's relationship with Harrison get to her again. It was part of her
new life changing situation to let Harrison be Harrison and not get
frustrated or jealous. Yet there was a pain deep in her chest that drove her
wild. An ache, dull and deep, yet sharp and right on the surface. Her belly
felt constricted, clenched as if it was on strike and giving a warning. Her
head felt dizzy, like her brain was shrinking, yet as if her skull was
overfilled with cotton. And it all hurt. All of it. Enough that she had made
Marty drive, only to get out five miles before they reached home so she could
walk the rest of the way car sickness hadn't helped her condition and she was
hoping the fresh Nevada air would. After all, her body was making such a fuss
over nothing. Really, what did it matter if Harrison was getting serious? If he
was falling for exmodelart teacher cheerleading coach beauty queen Miss
California
    2000 Candy Grey? Why would she care? Even
if he was married, they'd remain close friends. They had promised blood
oaths. Swore on their lives they'd stick together or they'd burn in hell. So
why was her mind making her doubt Harrison's loyalty even still? Why was there
that nagging voice that kept telling her Harrison would rather leave her and
pay the consequences of burning in hell before sticking around just for her?
    With a sigh from a heavy heart, she entered
the old rickety elevator of their apartment. Usually she hated and refused to
get on for multiple reasons instead, she usually opted for the stairs. But
this wasn't usually. Harrison was getting serious over a woman a woman she
hated. This was definitely not unusually, for Harrison getting serious over
anyone had never happened before. And her body had never took such a beating
for him.
    "Not Usually." She whispered,
pressing the third button and watching the shaky doors slowly close with a
hollow thud, closing out the world beyond. That part felt good for thirty
seconds, she'd have a space losed off from everyone else.
    The elevator went upwards, slowly,
creaking, giving off eery sounds that she had always hated. Her mind flashed to
the Disney World ride of Tower of Terror and imagined