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Show Woodworth/^3 "Sometimes,"rhe says, slowly. "Sometimes, I'm terrified. And I don't know what I'm terrified of." She searches for something to say, something to comfort him. "Marty?" Megan yells in a stage whisper from the corner of the chapel. "Jake? You guys, hurry up. They're starting." Marty turns, and walks towards the light from the chapel door, and Jake follows her. The five of them, five Brownings, stand together in a pew and sing, "Away in a Manger," Ned's strong, off-key voice encompassing their own. Marty lays her head on her knees. "Maybe we should go back and dig up Dan and Bob again," she mutters. "I think I am very much in need of male type affection." "Yuch. You'd be better off doing it alone that with either of them." "Yeah. Well. Any port in a storm." "What are you so depressed about all of a sudden?" • "Oh, fuck. The usual. Ruth and Ned." "Oh yeah? What heinous crime did they commit this time?" "It's \just that my mother can be such a bitch. I don't trust her with anything. Because she'll go after me with any information she has that she knows will hurt. It's like she knows me so well, she knows exactly what will hurt the most. Is everybody like that? Can you really trust people? You know, people that you let get to know you? Sometimes, I feel like you shouldn't ever let people see the real you. You know what I mean? That everyone will just use it as a weapon, like Ruth." Rachael nulls a g-ni ir>-hA-r from the dock and tosses it into |
