“Marianne, you’re back!” Her cousin hugged her. “When did you get back?”
“Yesterday, I met Evelyn in the park so I stayed the night at her place.” Marianne explained herself, before she could be bombarded by “why didn’t you stay with me?”.
“Why didn’t you invite me over for a sleepover? We could have had a girls’ night. Now I have to hear everything second hand.” She sighed. “I am surprised your mother let you out of the house.”
“I didn’t go back.” Marianne said. “I went to stay in the city for a week. I am going to buy an apartment in the city.”
“Whoa, wait. You didn’t go back? So why did you leave then?” Kristin asked confused.
“I did go back. I was in front of the house when I realised I couldn’t do it, so I drove and suddenly found myself on the doorstep of a friend’s 17th floor apartment in the city. So I knocked and ended up staying there for a week. We went house hunting and I found Evelyn’s son. We had dinner with her son and ex-husband.”
“Whoa, what the hell, Marianne. Why am I the last to know?” Kirstin sighed. “Wait, does Evelyn know?”
“She does,”
“Well, it’s probably better that she heard it from you first.”
“Oh, Kristin. I am sorry that I didn’t tell you I was back before this morning.”
“You’re not really back though, are you? Well, I have something to tell you…”
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