“Differently does not mean less.” she spat rather defensively, as if Wendy was supposed to know that off-hand. The taller girl seemed to exist at this moment just for Lulu to talk at. Which she wasn’t seeming to mind.
Hey, she started it, didn’t she?
“Anyway. You never did tell me what brings you to the graveyard so late at night. There don’t seem to be any raves going on anywhere.”
Though Lulu had some idea. If she wasn’t mistaken, Wendy’s mother was buried nearby.
The snarled remark felt like a slap to the face to Wendy, who hadn’t been expecting Lulu to become so hostile. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth to make a snappy retort, but nothing came to her. She was left with her mouth hanging open foolishly when Lulu asked again about Wendy’s business in the cemetery.
She hadn’t even noticed what section of the graveyard she’d wandered over to, as distracted by Lulu’s presence as she’d been. Now she was only too conscious of where in the cemetery she was. "My…My mom…” Wendy couldn’t bring herself to say more than that, but she knew Lulu would understand. She nodded in the general direction of her mother’s tombstone, not far from Lulu’s tiny grave.
(Source: weeniecorduroy)
2:37 am Monday, August 25, 2014 | 
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