head. How did she always know there would be a party even if only hearing whispers of it upon the air?
Faye worked the crowd with natural grace and ease. And with the distraction a relieved Jo approached them. Amie wondered not for the first time at how different the twins were. Where Faye was tall, dark and vivacious, Jo was shorter than the three of them, light and gentle.
Jo sank into James’ arms with relief . “Finally! I’m worn out from talking to those people.”
Amie nodded. She understood. Most of these people carried the same purposeful nervous energy Faye did. It was exciting but also exhausting at times.
She blinked, not hearing Jo’s words until her old friend repeated them.
“So any luck on the story?”
Amie adopted a sour expression.
Jo spoke for her . “That bad, huh? Don’t worry about it. You always come up with something. By the way, who was the letter from?”
Amie opened her mouth, praying for what would sound like a convincing response. For though she hardly knew her uncle , a part of her was quick to keep his secret. Faye and Jo had never kn own about the first letter, or her father’s ring for that matter, which made Jo’s interest in the key sharing its symbol all the more curious.
“Amie!” Faye shouted, descending upon them like fireworks, her green - flecked eyes dancing, long arms instantly squeezing the life out of Amie.
Amie fought the urge to cough, but was thankful for the distraction. “Ah…” S he paused for breath before gasping, “Faye , you’re choking me.”
Faye stood back, taking the trio in with her mischievous eyes. “It’s so good to be home. I missed all of you so much!”
Her twin hugged her round the waist and said, “Are you al l right? Maybe we should have given you another day to rest before the party?” Jo’s was the voice of care and concern in place of their parents.
Faye’s eyes grew wide with disbelief. “Uh—glad you didn’t! ’ Cause I wouldn’t have forgiven you!”
Jo frowned . “Hey , we’d have been happy with just the four of us, right , Amie?”
Amie was sneaking another chocolate candy into her mouth while the twins were arguing, and froze when Jo called her out. “Uh, yeah, sure we would.”
Faye stuck her hip out with attitude and said, “Come on , Amie, you know without these parties you wouldn’t ever meet anyone new.”
Between munches of heavenly chocolate Amie held up her hands and shrugged. “You ever see me or James anywhere beyond this table? I’m an introvert, you doofus.”
But Faye was already on a roll, listing off the many reasons why it was necessary they be friends. “Like you’d ever meet any decent guys without my help . When was the last time you went on a date? And we all remember how that turned out.”
Amie growled through another sampling of the candy dish, “I do too meet guys on my own!”
“Name one,” Faye challenged.
Amie was over this . She pulled her other hand out of her pocket and dragged the lost key with it. She’d quite forgotten the old metal key until she started waving it around. Instantly Jo perked up from James’ embrace and placed a hand on her sister’s shoulder.
“I met someone this morning, actually. He helped me when I dropped my papers and everything,” Amie declared, leaving out the fact he was the reason she dropped them in the first place.
Jo’s voice cracked as she shrilly interrupted, “You didn’t say anything about a guy earlier . ”
Faye zoomed in on the metal and grabbed Amie’s fist mid-flail. “Where did you get this?”
Jo tugged on her arm, and whispered, “I was going to tell you earlier. She found it on the street.” The twins exchanged a long hard look.
Amie used to think it was a twin thing to speak without words. Now she was convinced it was a Jo and Faye thing. Turning to a bemused James, Amie said, “I don’t see what the big deal is . ”
Or why it’s anybody else’s business, thank you very much .
James chuckled