Sarah puts a hand on Caleb's arm, the comfortable fizz of anger warming her cheeks. Don't do it, don't rise to the bait. He's dead. She has the ultimate one-up on him. It isn't worth it--
The mantra lasts for several awkward seconds, but it works. Somehow it's easier to smile at Dadvers when what she really wants to do is slap him. Her hand would probably go right through the guy, and that would really be too much for her right now.
"It's fine, Caleb." Silently, she adds, If you had so much money, Mr. Danvers, why'd you live in a b-horror shack? Did it feel more homey that way?
It's not as satisfying as saying it out loud, but she can imagine that she did. "I'm fine, I mean."
She stands on her tiptoes to kiss Caleb's cheek, half to comfort Caleb and half to irritate the Texas Chainsaw Massacre grandpa stand-in. Another twinge of guilt at that--Caleb is too sweet for her to use him that way--but it's too late to take it back.
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The mantra lasts for several awkward seconds, but it works. Somehow it's easier to smile at Dadvers when what she really wants to do is slap him. Her hand would probably go right through the guy, and that would really be too much for her right now.
"It's fine, Caleb." Silently, she adds, If you had so much money, Mr. Danvers, why'd you live in a b-horror shack? Did it feel more homey that way?
It's not as satisfying as saying it out loud, but she can imagine that she did. "I'm fine, I mean."
She stands on her tiptoes to kiss Caleb's cheek, half to comfort Caleb and half to irritate the Texas Chainsaw Massacre grandpa stand-in. Another twinge of guilt at that--Caleb is too sweet for her to use him that way--but it's too late to take it back.