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Show Woodworth/lOO "All of a sudden, everything changed. He was alive one day, and everything was all right. Then, the next day, he was dead. It was like all of us - the whole family - had fallen through something. Maybe Jake fell a little further. Maybe Jake didn't fall at all. But the rest of us. I feel like I'm living under a bridge. I can still hear what used to be my family walking around over my head. But wejgre sitting underneath. Sitting and sitting, and listening to the people walking over us. Because none of us knows how to get back on top." She turns and looks at him. He is lying still, watching her with unfathomable eyes. "I don't know why I'm telling you all this." "It's ok," he says. That half-laugh. "If you want to talk about it, then I want to hear about it." "Oh, I don't know. I don't even know if I want to talk about it. Sometimes, I'm just totally sick of it." "Sit here," he tells her, and moves to the side of the bed. She sits down next to him. Tries to look innocent, little girlish, "Tell me whatever you want," he says, and rubs her shoulder. She rubs back* against his hand, pulling away so that his fingers go under her shirt, onto her neck. "You tell me something first. About yourself." "About myself," he repeats, his hand moving in circles down the front of her shirt. They both watch it. "Something intimate. That you have never told anybody." "Intimate," he repeats. Then laughs. "I'll tell you something. It was very embarrassing. At the time." Good. Still watching his hand, she undoes the front of her shirt. "Was this sweater his?" Ruth's voice asks. "Will you strip the bed." |