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A Gift of Art Therapy
Jane Lane opened the door to find her best friend's annoying sister, Quinn there. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Um, I need to use your phone," Quinn answered.

"What's wrong with your phone?" Jane asked.

"Nothing. Can I spend the night?"

"Are you kidding?"

"My mother says I can't stay home alone," Quinn added.

" I won't say a word. I'll even spring for the keg, but you have to pay for the dry cleaning," Jane quipped.

"It's too last-minute to throw a party."

"Then just talk on the phone all night," Jane said. "Ask your friends, if they could be a nail polish, what color they would be and why."

"I'm sick of that game."

You're afraid to go home," Jane realised.

"I am not!"

"Sorry, no vacancies."

"All right, I'm afraid!" Quinn admitted "There's mass serial puppy killers and stuff. Come on. Please?"

"I'm going to regret this," Jane said as she let Quinn in. "Never mind, I already do."


Quinn looked around as Jane lead her to the stairs. The house looked a little messy. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see more of it. She then climbed up the stairs carefully, keeping her hand on the side rail.

( Jane turned around )