Sarah balled up the note and threw it against the wall in
disgust. He’d been talking about it for so long, but she never actually
believed he’d carry through. Leaving his entire life behind, with the burden to
clean up resting on her shoulders… The words “conceited” and “inconsiderate”
bounced around in her head, looking for a home.
“So he finally did it, huh.” The voice startled Sarah out of
her angry reverie. She cast a glance over her shoulder at Amanda and gave a
silent nod, not trusting her voice. Amanda shrugged. “Figures. I never had him
pegged for the fatherly type, anyway.” She stepped over to Sarah and put a hand
on her shoulder. “You ok?”
Sarah shrugged. “Not really.” She sighed heavily. “I guess I
should have expected this.”
“How so?”
“All the signs were there.” Sarah began to tick items off on
her fingers. “Obsessive reliance on family support, inability to hold a steady
job, never finished college, spent way too much time at the bar…” She stared at
her fingers, standing silently on her quivering palm, and let her arm drop.
“You see what I mean.”
Amanda moved around her and dropped onto the couch. “So what
are you gonna do now?”
“Cry. Scream. Wallow.” Sarah’s shoulders slumped. “Seems
appropriate, anyway.”
Amanda nodded. “Anything I can do?”
“If anyone asks, tell them I’m fine.” Sarah shrugged. “Outside
of that, well, slap the jackass if you happen to run into him”
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