Emma hears the phone ring. She picks up the phone. She shoes John away with her hand and turns to face the kitchen window, cupping the phone in her hand protectively in an act to provide herself with some privacy. The second she hears Danielle's voice, she feels a smile spread across her face. She greets her friend with a perky "hello". Danielle pauses on the other line. Emma bites her lip with nervousness. "Hello?" she stammers into the receiver, anxiety crawling over the surface of her skin as she blushes uncontrollably. "Your not part of our group anymore." Danielle says blatantly before hanging up. With the receiver still at her ear, Emma's hand begins to quiver. She didn't understand, one day they were making daisy chains side by side on a swing set, plaiting each other's hair, sharing juice boxes in the inevitable heat of summer, hands in each other's jean pockets as the remorseless chill of the wind shook their little raincoats as they walked to school in the fall;and the next she was alone in her own kitchen, hands shaking and her mind manically trying to unravel the last 10 years of her life. Suddnely she throws the phone across the room, it skids across the counters and smashes into the cool, bone-white surface of tiles beneath her feet. Her shaking hand cups her gaping mouth tight, as she tries relentlessly to muffle the sobs that escape her.
What had just happened?
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