The Last of the Moon Girls by Barbara Davis

Author:Barbara Davis [Davis, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2020-07-31T23:00:00+00:00

Rhanna’s bags turned out to be an army-green knapsack and a badly scarred guitar case. Andrew hovered in the foyer, the knapsack clutched to his chest, the guitar slung over his shoulder. “Where should I put them?”

Lizzy flashed him a look of exasperation. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to think about sleeping arrangements. He of all people should know how this was likely to end. Which made it worse somehow that he’d been the one to drop her on the doorstep, like a stray puppy she was expected to keep whether she wanted it or not.

They were all looking at her now—Andrew, Evvie, Rhanna—waiting for her to say something that would ease the tension. They’d be waiting a long time. “Leave them right there,” she told Andrew grudgingly. “Near the door. I’ve got the supper to finish.” And with that, she turned and walked away, praying that no one followed her.

In the kitchen, she took a gulp of her now-tepid wine, then picked up her knife. She needed time to absorb this new development, and figure out what happened next. She had more than enough on her plate. She didn’t need a drama queen with a predilection for meltdowns added to the mix. And that’s precisely what she’d get if Rhanna was allowed to hang around any length of time.

While generations of Moon girls had grown up knowing the risks of making waves, Rhanna had honed the subtle art of not giving a damn, of poking a finger in the eye of convention, creating a scene, saying the unthinkable. Like the time she’d been suspended for reading tarot cards in the school talent show and predicting that her PE teacher would be discovered rolling a joint in the janitor’s supply closet. Or the time she’d painted a peace sign with a middle finger in the center, on the wall of the First Presbyterian rectory. Recklessness and rebellion. Those were Rhanna’s superpowers. And now she’d brought them back to Salem Creek.

One night, Lizzy reminded herself as she downed another sip of wine. That was all she’d promised. And what then? By the look of things, Rhanna didn’t have two nickels to rub together. She had no job, and certainly no friends in Salem Creek. Which left . . . what?

The thought was interrupted by another smack of the mudroom door. She hoped it was Andrew leaving. Instead, she spotted Evvie through the kitchen window, heading toward the garden with a basket over her arm. Apparently, Lizzy wasn’t the only one who needed a little alone time.

As if on cue, Rhanna wandered into the kitchen, trailing her fingers along the counter like a bored child in search of distraction. “Andrew’s gone out to the garden with . . . Evvie, is it?”

“Yes,” Lizzy answered tersely. “Her name is Evvie.”

Rhanna was up on her toes now, craning her neck for a better view of the garden. “Now there’s a sight for sore eyes. Andrew, I mean. Not Evvie. He was still at UNH when I left, but he turned out real nice.

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