The Last Laugh novel Chapter 30

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Heather's POV:

The next day was a Saturday. There was no work. I decided to get back to my natural hair color. I'd recently added a bit of blonde to my hair. My real hair color was similar to that of Sawyer but a little lighter than hers.

After a visit to the spa with Shirley and some hanging out, we decided to go get our hair done.

"Now you're fully a brunette." Shirley said as we left the saloon.

"Yeah."

"You seem odd to me now. I've always been used to you having that dirty blonde color."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it now." I said entering my car. She joined me in.

"So?" Shirley asked.

"So what?"

"Where are we going?"

"Uh, home?"

"It's only four PM!"

"And? Shirley, we did everything we were supposed to do. Shopping, spa and the saloon."

She pouted like a stubborn kid.

"Then sleep over at my place! Please. This whole month you spent with me made me very fond of you. And plus, I can't sleep at your place because of that bitch."

I rolled my eyes. I'd told Shirley to stop calling Sawyer a bitch but she wouldn't. Anyway, I understood her. They didn't like each other.

"I won't be able to, Shirley. I want to pass this following week with my family."

"Why? What's so special about the week??"

I looked at her and smiled.

"I'll be moving into my own apartment Friday night."

Her eyes widened.

"You serious?"

"Yup. And you can come sleep over as much as you want. That's the reason I want to spend this whole week with them. So that by Friday morning, I'll simply tell them, bye."

"They'll be shocked! Won't your mother be angry?"

"I'm twenty two and I'm a young, independent woman. They'll have to deal with it."

"Right. Gosh, when will you start packing in?"

I smiled at her.

"Honey, it's been months now that I bought that apartment. It's the type that comes with every furniture needed. I just have to pack in with my clothes, personal stuff and a little other necessary things."

"Oh, Sawyer would go crazy." Shirley laughed.

"I would go crazy if I remain in that house that isn't rightfully ours. I swear, sometimes I feel like uncle Paul's ghost is roaming around or– or even that of Sheridan."

Shirley gave me a look.

"What? Heather, I thought you believed that Sheridan was still somewhere out there. Alive."

"Honestly," I said in a low voice as I started the car, "...my mother and Sawyer have succeeded in making me believe his dead."

"And you believe them just like that??" she asked shocked.

It hurt to admit it but I'd finally believed them.

"What do you want me to do? Sheridan disappeared into those woods and apparently never came out. Trust me, if he were back or alive, he would let me know. He'd promised."