More with Becky and the girls as she inspires them to keep looking for Anna and rewards them with a trip to Kyoto. Just a nice filler.
Chapter Five: Good Friends:
Becky looked out the hotel window. Four whole months. Four whole months and still nothing. She knew the police were dragging them in circles with the case. But why? What were they hiding? Becky’s mind tripped back to the worst.
“Becky,” a voice spoke up. The blonde looked up and turned around. A woman with short red hair looked at her, concerned. Becky’s blue eyes met her brown ones.
“Yes, Willow?” she asked. The woman shuffled a bit.
“We haven’t found Anna in four months,” she pointed out. Becky nodded.
“I know,” she said.
“You sure she’s still alive?” Willow asked. Becky thought about that for a moment.
“The police won’t even show us her body!” she replied. “In fact…” The woman stood up from her spot.
“I think the police are hiding something!” she finished. A collective groan filled the room. Becky looked around confused.
“What?” she asked. Gillian rolled her eyes at her.
“It’s been four months!” she yelled. Becky nodded.
“I know,” she said.
“No,” Gillian replied. “You don’t.” Becky looked at her.
“What?” she asked. Willow frowned.
“You don’t get it, do you?” she asked. “Four months and nothing!”
“Clare’s dad is starting to get suspicious,” Gilliam said. “He might stop sending us money.” It took Becky a moment to get it. She looked at them in sympathy.
“Look,” she said. “This isn’t a wild goose chase. Something tells me that there is something wrong here. Why haven’t we seen a body if Anna was dead?” The girls went quiet. Becky became serious.
“Exactly,” she said.
“So…” Willow responded. “What are you getting at?” Becky smiled.
“This country is hiding something,” she said. “What? I don’t know just yet.” Gillian rolled her eyes.
“And if there isn’t?” she asked. Silence passed for a moment. Becky bit her lip.
“Well then…” she said. “We go home.” Gillian nodded.
“Fine,” she said. “We’ll stay longer.” Becky began to smile.
“Thanks,” she said. "In fact, let’s take a break tomorrow.” Willow, Gillian, and the other girls looked surprised.
“Serious?” Gillian asked. Becky nodded.
“Yeah,” she said. “You guys deserve it after all.”
“Ooo!” Clare cheered. “Can we go anywhere?”
“Sure,” the former president said. Clare smiled up to her ears.
“Sweet!” she cheered. “Can we go to Kyoto tomorrow?” Becky smiled and nodded.
“Sure,” she said. Clare felt like flying now.
“Yay!” she cheered. Gillian rolled her eyes.
“What’s so great about Kyoto anyway?” she questioned. Clare eyed her as if she was looking at the crazy cat lady.
“What’s so great about it?!?” she yelled. “Kyoto is flooded with history, religion, and culture!” The Pink Floyd fan looked away with a smirk.
“Figures,” Gillian said. “You always were a history nut!” Clare stuck her tongue out at her.
“So?” she challenged. “History to me is like Pink Floyd to you.”
“Not the same!” Gillian corrected.
“Yes, it is,” Clare argued.
“No, it isn’t!”
“Yeah, it is!” Becky cleared her throat. Both women went quiet. Their former president smiled.
“It’s settled then,” she said. “We’ll go to Kyoto.” Clare stuck her tongue out at Gillian again. This time, the other friend pretended not to notice.
“Right…” Gillian replied. “Whatever makes the history nut happy!” Clare gave her a playful push on the arm.
“Pink Floyd freak!” she said. Gillian razzed her back.
“Shut it, you!” she said, jokingly.
“Right!” Becky cut in. Clare and Gillian smiled at her.
“We’re only play-fighting,” Clare said. Gillian grinned as she nodded.
“Business as usual!” she chimed. Becky only looked at the close pair.
“Every damn time!” she mumbled to herself. The close friends only grinned at her.