Nothing happened that night

Nancy’s voice was so loud that it drew the attention of half of the people in the hall. Alice stood in the middle of the crowd, aware that some of those around her were sympathetic while others were contemptuous. Nancy’s voice was like a megaphone, amplifying the pain Alice suffered in the past. “Alicia certainly deserved to die in agony! She didn’t even apologize to you before she died, did she? I admire you for that Alice. I wouldn’t have gone to her funeral of I were you. Alice, you were a wonderful sister.” Alice clenched her fists and struggled to keep her cool. “Nancy, I am not sure what you are talking about,” she said. Nancy scowled at her as she folded her arms as if she had expected her to never admit to this. She said, viciously, “How can you not remember that? This happened just six years ago! It was your eighteenth birthday and your father surprised you with a big house. Alicia was so envious of you, so she let a group of men get into your room. Later, you went to America.