Judy shook her head. “I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to see Todd with her.”

Joy’s mouth fell open. He really was with another girl. “Who’s he with?”

“None of your beeswax.”

Joy rocked onto her toes and considered their options. There wasn’t anywhere Judy could go without the risk of running into Todd. Joy couldn’t very well get the keys either. Mrs. Dulcott would never give the keys to her, Judy’s little sister. Then she remembered.

Joy tugged the spare keys from her shorts pocket and jangled them in the air.

Judy frowned. “How did you get my keys?”

“They’re the spares.” Judy stared at her blankly and Joy gave her a look. “How do you think I was supposed to get back into the car before you?”

“You stole my keys!”

“Borrowed them.”

“You are so busted when we get home.”

Joy fisted the keys. “You tell Mom and Dad anything, I won’t give you them.” Judy snorted derisively and Joy drew her arm back, ready to pitch them into the bushes.

“Wait!” Judy shrieked. “I won’t tell! Give me the keys.”

Joy tossed them over the car. They dropped onto the street. Judy disappeared behind the car.

“Got ’em.” She popped back up, showing off the keys. She unlocked the doors and they got in the car, Joy climbing into the back.

“Why are you sitting back there?” Judy asked.

“Seat belt.” A lap belt was better than no belt.

Judy’s mouth opened in a circle and she nodded slowly. “That’s right.” She then started the car, shifted into first, shifted back to park, and turned off the engine. She dropped her head on the steering wheel and cried. She cried and cried.

Joy glanced at her watch, then poked Judy in the shoulder. “We have to go.”

“We were supposed to get married,” Judy wailed. “We had plans and he ruined them. With her!” She smacked the steering wheel and continued to cry, deep, guttural sobs.

Joy sat quietly, fidgeting with her watch. “I’m sorry he did this to you.”

Judy snorted and wiped her nose. “I never thought he’d cheat on me.” She whimpered.

Joy leaned forward and stroked Judy’s hair. “He knew you were coming to the party. Maybe you didn’t see what you thought you saw. Are you sure it was him?”

“Yes!” she said, lifting her head. She frowned. “I think. I don’t know. It was dark.” She sniffled and snorted. “Maybe you’re right.” She wiped her face with her shirtsleeve and smiled weakly over her shoulder. “Thanks, sis.” Judy looked out the back window. “Maybe I should talk to him now.”

Joy glanced at her watch. “We should go. Mom and Dad are going to be home. Call him tomorrow.”

“I don’t know . . .” She didn’t make a move to leave.