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[justify][indent][indent][b][color=004b80]Right.[/color][/b] Her cheeks heated up and she could only imagine how stupid she sounded. Her dead father was making a fool out of her already. Her hand instinctively reached up to smooth down her hair- she didn't have time to look the slightest bit flustered here. Edward definitely wasn't the brightest Blackstone but right now, she didn't seem to be either. She needed to regain her serenity before her anxiety slipped. 

[i]"Aren't you a little underdressed? Father's dead, not inviting us to a concert."[/i] There he went again, acting as though he knew it all. Bailey narrowed her leafy green eyes until they were nearly shut, squinting at her brother in frustration. [b][color=004b80]Mother didn't exactly tell us to take our time dressing up when she told us father was dead.[/color][/b] She shot back with a huff, slowing her pace. If all it took was Edward poking her to get her worked up, she needed to be really careful when it was the police's turn. 

[b][color=004b80]I wasn't expecting a call like this. I rushed over in what I was already wearing.[/color][/b] Her voice was calmer now as she explained, though she suspected that Edward had already assumed all of this. She surprised herself when she instinctively reached out and touched the cold metal door handle to the pool house. She knew that when she opened the door, her mother would be sitting inside, waiting. She didn't know, though, if she was ready. 
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