“I can do that.” Hailey had been curious, but she silently agreed that it would be bad form to bring up the death of Erin’s family. Fulfilling this favor for her parents would also be a good way to prove how mature she was.
The rest of the ride continued with neither Hailey nor her father speaking. Hailey was still excited, but succeeded in appearing calm.
Hailey was unable to dodge her mother’s hug as she came in through the door. She endured it for as long as her mother forced it on her, and as she broke away, she queried, “Is Erin up in my room?”
“Yes, she’s unpacking.” Hailey’s parents exchanged glances; this did not entirely escape their daughter, who rightly assumed that it was to confirm she’d been told not to bother her.