Marsai:
Going to Hana’s…that idea sparked a flicker of unease within me. The last time I had gone there-
“Um…actually, could we maybe just meet at the mall?” I suggested hesitantly, trying to sound casual. “I was kind of hoping to go sooner rather than later, you know, to beat the crowds.”
A weak excuse, I knew, but the thought of going to Hana’s house made me feel unsafe.
That was ironic, because I was supposed to feel the safest in her house.
“Oh.” Hana’s voice was flat and I could feel all the previous enthusiasm gone. “Okay. If you’d rather do that.” The disappointment in her tone was palpable, but I had no choice.
“It’s not that I don’t want to come over, Hana, it’s just…” I trailed off, searching for a better explanation, something that wouldn’t sound like a complete cop-out. “
