Marble floors and Bose speakers blaring Kei$ha told Sally she didn't belong at Francesca's party. As did the other girls' stares. Sally walked past the kitchen, looking for a bathroom.
The door she opened revealed a cobwebbed cinderblock shaft, an unfinished staircase falling into the gloom. At its bottom, light traced the shine of sore-slicked skin, a porcine snout and teeth made for tearing.
"Hey!" Francesca shouted, heels clacking. "What are you doing?!"
Susan stared at the sweat stains blossoming beneath the arms of her Lilly Pulitzer blouse.
"It's okay," she said. "I won't tell. I have a cellar, too."
Cellars by I Saw Lightning Fall
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