OCR Text |
Show Woodworth/266 thing healthy like that. But don't go get morbid by yourself." Rachael collapses onto the couch. "Ck? I mean, if you've decided you're not into Gary any more, great. He's not thd catch of the year- If you really want to go to Nantucket, I'll go with you." "No." Her voice is almost a shout, and she and Rachael stare at each other. There is the couch, livingroom, kitchen, the place where she lay, face down on the floor. Fuck you a thousand, million, trillion times. "Ok," Rachael sighs. "What happened?" Marty starts to speak, and Rachael smiles, her crooked teeth shuffled against her tongue. "Nothing happened," Marty protests. "You don't need to lie to me," Rachael says, still smiling. "Something happened. So was it good or bad?" "What do you mean?" "Marty, why are you going to Nantucket all alone after all this time when you could be going to San Francisco?" "I don't know." She looks at the apartment across the alley. The woman doesn't seem to be home. "Do you remember when Jake told my mother that she wasn't his mother anymore?" Rachael nods. "Today, she told me that she wasn't my mother anymore. She's decided to quit drinking. And Gary...raped me. The other night, after Friday's. In as much as you can get raped by someone you're sleeping with, I guess. I started thinking it was my fault. That I'd asked for it. You know. It's like I thought I was responsible for everything, and all of a sudden, I'm not." She stops and waits for Rachael to say something. "Megan said that, nothing we've done made any difference," she cnntinues. "That |