KING'S BAY METROPOLITAN HOTEL
The knock comes unexpectedly, and
it sends a tiny shiver of surprise through
Brent's body. He rises from
the sofa, flips off the television, and heads for the door.
"Hey," he greets his visitor. "What's
up?"
"And by 'what's up,' you mean, 'what
the hell are you doing here this late?'"
Molly grins.
Brent shrugs. "Yeah, sort of."
"I'm sorry to just drop in on you
like this," she says. "I know I do a lot, too. I guess I just find myself
possessed by this urge to talk at odd times."
"Well, there's a lot to be said for
spontaneity."
Molly brushes a piece of her dark
hair back, but it falls forward again almost immediately. Brent takes a
moment to appraise her, doing so almost unconsciously. She is dressed simply
enough -- in a white button-down shirt that runs three-quarters of the
way down her arms, with black pants -- but the ensemble manages to make
her look as good as she might had she taken the time to get completely
decked out. There is something elegant about the simplicity, something
about the way her hair frames her slender, beaming face--
She speaks suddenly, bringing his
thoughts to a halt.
"I've been thinking," Molly says.
"A lot. Everything lately ... It's just made me want to make sense of things."
Brent raises a hand to the back of
his neck. "Like what?"
"My entire life. My--everything.
Nothing makes sense anymore, Brent. I've let everything fall to pieces.
I don't know how it happened, or when, but ..." Her words drift off.
Silence descends upon them, resting
heavily for what feels to both like an eternity. It is flooded with flashes
of imagination, pangs of doubt, and a million other things that zip by
before they can be recognized.
In Brent's mind, they all keep leading
back to one place, and it is only by concentrating all the strength he
thinks he might possess that he is able to force out the simple question.
He locks his eyes with Molly's. "What
are you trying to say?"
As if in slow motion, he watches
Molly's lips part, the words poised for action -- and then there is another
knock at the door.
Neither of them moves for a second.
Finally Brent raises his index finger. "Just a sec," he says, apologizing
with his expression as he makes his way back to the door.
The instant he pulls open the door,
it's as though he's opened the floodgates.
Sarah comes tearing inside,
waving a piece of paper around.
"What is this?" she cries. "I come
home and I'm going through my mail and out of nowhere I find this
letter from your lawyer telling me I'd better get an attorney so we can
proceed with the divorce!"
"That's standard procedure," Brent
says calmly.
"I didn't even know we were getting
a divorce! Don't you think you should have run this by me first, Brent?"
"This is the running-by!"
"No, this is completely out of nowhere!"
Sarah fires back. She turns around, still waving the letter. "This is--"
Her eyes fall upon Molly and she
is stricken silent.
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