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Show Woodworth/267 everything would have happened just the way it did, even if I'd never come home after college, or never even gone to college. Even if I had made them not send Jake to boarding school, or if I had been there the night he died. None of it would have made any difference." "Uh-huh?" "Do you believe that?" Rachael thinks for a minute. "I don't know if it would have made any difference or not. But you'll never know, so why worry about it? What's the point of feeling guilty? You don't get to choose how things will happen." Marty twirls her hair around her finger. "Yeah." She sucks on her hair, and then pushes herself into a sitting position. "So what?" Rachael asks. "So. I don't know. But you're right. Why should I feel guilty that I got raped? My God, he should feel guilty. Fuck, it hurt!" She sucks her hair again, and stares at the packed suitcase by the door. "So I just want to go to Nantucket, and see what that's like. Just remember how much fun we had, see if I can do it without feeling guilty. You know? And to have it be different. To have it be the place where Jake and Megan and me and Mom and Dad went during the summer, and now have it be the place where I can go by myself and have a good time. Does that make sense?" Rachael smiles. "The Brownings, have never made sense to me. But I like you anyway." "I like you, too." They grin at each other. "Well, we can either go into the bedroom and consumate this professed love, or we can go to the airport, so you can go be philosophical and introspective. My vote's the airport. No offense." |