Hazel grinned, knitting her hands together in her lap.
"I'm a terrible liar," she insisted. "Michelle never tells... I mean, she never used to tell me anything she didn't want all of our year to know."
Hazel felt terrible, thinking of Michelle, and even more terrible for not wanting to think of her just then, when she could think of something happier than what sort of mortal peril her best friend was in. Her smile became more forced, and she darted a glance at Ernie and away again.