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She climbed the stairs and ducked into her small, cozy bedroom. It was the bedroom she’d always
wanted,
with skylights over her bed, a cushy window seat, and slightly slanted wood floors, the kind where she
could
place a pencil at one end of the room and it would roll slowly to the other end all on its own. Boxes from
her
old bedroom were stacked to the ceiling, and Aria’s stuffed animal puppets were strewn out on the
platform
bed her parents had bought for her at a warehouse in Denmark. She’d hung up most of her clothes in an
old
armoire Byron had bought off Craigslist, putting her T-shirts, bras, undies, and socks in the bottom
drawers.
She still had to find a place for the boxes of yarn, extra blankets, too-small shoes, and board games
from her old closet.
But she didn’t feel like doing any of that right now. All she wanted to do was flop down on her bed and
puzzle
over yesterday’s encounter with Jason DiLaurentis. Had he been flirting with her? Why had his mood
changed so quickly? Was it because of the Ian Dead Body news report on TV?
She wondered if Jason had friends in the area anymore. In high school, he used to spend a lot of time by
himself, listening to music, reading, or brooding. Ali had gone missing the last day of Jason’s senior year,
and Aria had barely seen him since. After the summer, he’d hightailed it to Yale, and she had no idea if
he
ever came home to visit after that.
So how was he handling this Ali stuff now? Did he have anyone he could talk to about it? She thought
about
what Emily had said this morning at the swings—that Jason had screamed at her for denting his car.
Emily
had seemed worried about it, but Aria couldn’t imagine what she might do if someone murdered Mike.
She’d probably fly off the handle about dented bumpers too.