SARAH TAYLOR'S APARTMENT
"Sarah, I'm not ..."
"Uh-huh." She unfolds her arms and
they drop to her sides. "Matt, I mentioned your family and the next thing
I knew, you were bolting for the door. You could have at least tried to
be a little less obvious."
Matt turns around, but avoids eye
contact with her. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I'm
not avoiding anything. There just isn't anything to talk about."
"Nothing at all?"
"No, nothing. I've told you, I don't
have any family left. And just 'cuz you have family problems doesn't mean
everybody else does."
The comment stuns Sarah and her aggressiveness
falls away before Matt's eyes.
"I--I'm sorry," he says, the edge
gone from his voice. "I didn't mean--"
"Don't worry about it." She shakes
her head back and forth rapidly, scattering loose wisps of dark blonde
hair. She brushes them back into place with her fingers.
"No, that was stupid of me. I'm sorry."
He comes towards her slowly and puts an arm around her shoulders. "I know
things've been rough lately with losing your brother and all."
Sarah is quiet now, though she doesn't
pull away from him.
"Have things been any better?" Matt
asks. "I figured maybe this whole thing might help you patch things up
with them a little."
"I don't know if that's possible
... It's like there's something up between us, some wall or something,
and there's no way to break it down. Like I'm separated from the rest of
them somehow."
Matt struggles for a moment for something
to say. "Why do you think that is?" he finally manages.
"Because that's how it's always been,"
she says. "Tim was the oldest, so he was special. Jason had skating and
he was the baby. And Molly -- she was always perfect. Perfect grades, good
at sports, involved in everything at school, blah blah blah. I kind of
got lost in the shuffle."
"Are you sure that's not you looking
at things differently than they actually were?"
"What?"
"Like, are you -- I don't know --
projecting your feelings back on the past or something? Because you feel
separated from them now?"
Sarah looks up at him with an amused
twinkle lighting up her face. "Wow, Dr. Freud, I'm impressed."
"What?"
"You're getting all psycho-analytical
on me," she laughs, sliding out of his arms.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
"What now?"
"I think maybe you're the
one avoiding talking about your family now!" he accuses, though
the tone of amusement in his voice is quite evident.
She throws up her hands. "Guilty
as charged. I'd just rather not get into it, okay?"
"Then I'll leave ya alone," he says,
finally making it all the way to the front door. He opens it up but then
pauses. "Gimme a call if you need any help with Victoria, okay?"
"Sure. Bye." She offers a little
parting wave and Matt disappears out the door.
He closes it behind him, but Sarah
goes to it anyway and locks it up. And then she heads straight for the
bedroom, where she curls up on the bed.
Clutching the pillow tightly, she
tries not to think of anything Matt just said.
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