Gert had learned her lesson about startling Molly years ago and suffered the consequences. It had happened years before Molly’s powers had manifested so Gert did not even want to try and consider how much that sort of reaction might hurt now. It had been less than thrilling back when she was twelve. Not that it had been Molly’s fault. That had been another instance, like now, when Gert should have known better.
“She’s not bad.” Even though it wasn’t really her sort of music, Gert had always enjoyed keeping on top of the trends. It gave her more material when it came to mocking. She did, however, like the fact that Molly was listening to it. It seemed appropriate to her somehow.
They had all made some pretty harsh comments. Gert had never been the sort to make peace offerings or apologies all that often. As far as she was concerned her official apology had already been made, but that didn’t make everything all better. If anything it was simply a bandage over a gaping wound, and she wanted to sew it closed properly before infection got in. She missed her in everything but blood sister, had missed her for years and been unable to make the actual decision to come back to the school and check because it had been too hard. Even if Chase hadn’t been ready, he would have driven there if she said the word. She would take the responsibility for the delay.