Sorry I Missed You: A Novel by Suzy Krause

Author:Suzy Krause [Krause, Suzy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-31T23:00:00+00:00

MAD MAUDE

Sunna

Maude wasn’t there the next morning when Sunna opened her door—which was, of course, a relief. Sunna couldn’t stop picturing Maude’s shocked face the night before and feeling awful about it. Since the day she met Maude, Sunna had intentionally provoked all kinds of Maude faces—angry ones, irritated ones, offended ones—and she’d enjoyed it. But the face last night just made Sunna sad.

She slung her purse over her shoulder so she had a free hand to knock on the door. She had a pair of shoes clamped to her side with her elbow—she’d found them under her bed that morning, and while she couldn’t fathom how they’d gotten so far into her apartment as to be under her bed, she knew they had to be Mackenzie’s missing pair.

Mackenzie, after all of her usual lock sliding and chair scraping, opened the door. “Hey, Sunna,” she said quietly. She looked like she hadn’t slept since the last time Sunna saw her.

“Hey. You okay?”

Mackenzie shook her head.

“Yeah, same.” She cleared her throat. “Oh. Hey. Question: Are these yours?”

Mackenzie brightened and gathered the shoes in her arms like they were a lost puppy. “Thank you! I was wondering where they’d gone.” She gave Sunna a funny look. “Where’d you find them?”

“Um . . . well. Okay, so this is weird—”

She was interrupted by the sound of feet stomping down the stairs from Maude’s apartment, a methodical BANG! BANG! BANG!—warning shots. Sunna instinctually turned to go back into her suite, but Maude’s door flung open before she could get there.

“Where are they?” Maude said, seething.

Mackenzie had been staring down at her shoes in confusion, but now she looked up at Maude with the same expression. “What?” She held the shoes up tentatively, as though to say, Here they are.

“Not your stupid shoes,” said Maude. “I’m not talking about your stupid shoes. I want to know where they are.”

“Who?” Sunna had thought Maude might ask what they were doing in her apartment the night before or what they’d done to make the ghosts so angry. This question made no sense.

“You know very well what I mean. You know very well.”

Sunna looked at Mackenzie to see if she knew very well what Maude meant, but Mackenzie was looking at Sunna for the same answer. Sunna tried again. “Like, you mean where are the ghosts?”

“I mean where are my rings. I mean what did you do with my rings.” The skin around Maude’s mouth was twitching like electricity coursed through it, and she sounded like she was going to cry, an event for which Sunna was entirely unprepared. “I mean where are they, and what did you do with them. Where are they? And what did you do with them?”

She was so angry she was delirious. She only really had one thing to say, but she couldn’t stop talking so she just said it over and over.

“Your rings?”

“Yes, my rings! What did you—”

Mackenzie dropped her shoes and stepped forward, speaking in her soft, motherly way, her voice controlled and comforting, like she was going to start stroking Maude’s hair.

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