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Show Inside Out, 144 He was right. Maybe my good experience with Terra at lunch made it easier, but I could see that he was right. Terra was hurting. She was in the same boat I was: we had both lost people we loved because of alcohol. I thought about my mom. What would happen when Joseph found her? Would she want to talk to him if she knew that he had died driving drunk? Me: I'm not taking out my resentment on Terra. Me: In fact today we had a positive conversation (did you see that?) Me: But it bugs me, being used by you to clean up the mess you made. J: I know, ifs unfair of me. J: But it can't be coincidence that the girl who got my computer- J: the only person I can talk to- J: just happens to go to her school. J: You can't blame me for trying to take advantage. J: Have you ever done anything wrong, so heart-achingly wrong J: that you felt so bad about that you would do anything to make it better? I thought about Leslie's face as I had walked out. J: I'll keep trying, Andli, even though I know you think I'm trash. J: In fact I AM trash. J: But Terra's not Me: Look, I believe you. Me: And I can try to be in her life, and maybe, after time, we will be friends. Me: But it doesn't seem to me like she's all that screwed up. Me: I think she'll end up being fine. Me: Meanwhile, I feel like a phony, trying to be her friend just so I can talk to my mom. |
