She pulled the curtain aside again, just a few inches, and peered back out through the frosted windowpane. She had braced herself years ago for much worse things. It was not a happy development, but Emily was used to that. A boy who let his hair grow too long, who always wore headphones and didn’t always take them out when he talked to you, a boy too nervous to even try and kiss her when she’d gone out with him. Her place in the Raleigh Cartel, her entire future, in a matter of months, had come to rest on the whims of a boy two months her junior. Of course, she did not have the luxury of such considerations. Nevertheless, most of her was too busy wishing all sorts of terrible deaths on the blue-haired girl, who had somehow morphed from someone she pitied to her archrival, her nemesis, her adversary for the heart of a boy that she was not completely certain that she actually liked. Emily wanted to be happy that Alex had woken up if anyone had asked her, she would have said that she was very happy, and perhaps a part of her was. She had been preparing herself to go to Alex’s bedside - normally Eerie would be leaving right about now, so if Emily timed her arrival right, she could avoid bumping into her in the lobby on the way out.
Numb with surprise, Emily let the curtain drop back down, numb and a little queasy. She had seen it take shape, after all stuffed in the knitting basket Eerie arrived and left with when she visited Alex at the hospital. She did not recognize either of them at first, but then she saw the hat the taller one was wearing, and that she knew immediately. Instead, it was the two people strolling through the quad, holding hands, who were ruining the holiday season for her. George Muir, after all, was not high on Emily’s list of favorite people, expressing disappointment in Emily so consistently that she had resigned herself to it. Not because her father would not like the tiepin. This was, in all fairness, saying something when it came to Emily Muir. Emily had just finished tying a bow on the present she’d selected for her father, a tie-pin he probably wouldn’t like that she had bought in an antique store during a visit to Taos, when she pushed the curtain aside to see if it was snowing, and it officially became her worst Christmas ever.
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