touched his brown hair, but he didnât pull back. âI can get it for you, buddy.â
Kate glanced at the girl, then at her brother. It had amazed her the first time sheâd seen this soft side of Melissa with her brother, and it still had the ability to surprise her. Not that she wasnât glad. Melissa could as easily have been mean to Pete. So many people didnât understand kids with problems. âThanks, Melissa. But Iâll take him.â
Melissa gave a short nod. âOkay.â She headed back to the couch and sank into the cushions.
âPete?â Kateâs mom stepped into the room. âThere you are. Come on, honey, letâs go.â She extended her hand, and Pete moved to her side but didnât reach out to her. âYou kids go ahead with your planning, and Iâll get this little guy back to bed.â She touched Pete on his back and urged him toward the hallway.
Kate called after them, âHe wants water, Mom.â
âIâll take care of it. Thanks, Kate.â Mom disappeared around the corner.
Silence fell over the group. Then Melissa got up. âIâd better go. Mom said sheâd be waiting outside at seven thirty, and itâs twenty-five after now. Thanks for inviting me. I hope you have fun the rest of the night.â She smirked slightly.
âBye, Melissa,â their voices chorused as Melissa headed out the door.
âKeep thinking of ideas,â Kate called after her.
Colt grabbed the remote. âWant to watch a scary movie?â
Tori groaned. âI hate scary movies. They scare me.â
âThatâs the idea, silly.â
Kate elbowed him. âWe donât even own any scary movies. What did you guys think about Melissa?â
Tori sobered. âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât know. She was helpful and everything, but she seemed ⦠odd somehow. I canât explain it.â
Colt rolled his eyes. âYouâre imagining things, Kate. If anything, sheâs more normal than we are.â He grinned.
Tori huffed. âColt, sometimes I want to smack you.â
He shrank away as though scared but grinned again, wider.
âSeriously, I didnât notice anything weird about her,â Tori reasoned. âExcept for the comment about not looking cheap, but that didnât really surprise me. Maybe she was worried she wouldnât fit in. Weâre not exactly the crowd she runs with, you know.â
Kate thought for a moment. âWell, it kinda bugged me. I guess itâs still hard for me to believe she wants to be our friend after the way she acted toward us for so long.â
Colt kicked off his shoes, leaned into the couch, and planted his heels on the coffee table. âAh, sheâs all right. I donât think sheâs a Christian, though. I guess itâs up to us to do the right thing and make her feel welcome.â
Kate hesitated. âI just donât want to get burned. Know what I mean?â Melissa seemed decent enough now, but was she only playing a game, maybe because she was bored? Would she then go back to her old self?
The other two were quiet, as if thinking.
Finally Tori announced, âBut we should give her a chance, right?â
âRight,â Colt said swiftly.
Kate chimed in with her agreement a bit more slowly. âI wonder what else she had to do tonight. A little late to be heading to another friendâs house, and with school out, thereâs no homework.â
Colt drew in a deep breath and blew it out, his eyes closing. âIf you donât want to watch another movie, maybe Iâll take a little nap.â
Kate waved a hand in front of her face. âRemember what we said about your stinky socks? We werenât kidding!â She placed her foot next to his ankle and pushed. âUgh. Boys are gross.â
Colt sat up. âAww! Youâve stuck a knife right through my heart.â He chuckled. âI
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