Molly Carter (eliadtywysog) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-04-14 17:50:00 |
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Molly doesn't get angry very often, but she and her father had another fight, over much the same thing as usual, and this time she snapped and yelled something about it being what he taught her to do, and if he didn't want it he shouldn't have taught her and Melehan to do it, and then clapped both hands over her mouth and fled out the screen door in tears.
Now she's halfway through town, still crying, but in smaller gasping little breaths of tears now, the air coming out of her throat shaky. She's wishing she hadn't run, she's wishing she hadn't shouted, and she slows down and picks a handful of hyacinth out of someone's garden, guiltily, twisting the stems in her fingers. The knees of her skirt are muddy and her eyes are puffy. She shouldn't have shouted and she doesn't know what the name Melehan means or means to her and she wishes she were in somebody's arms (somebody gentle). And James is still in Chicago with his relatives, there's nobody to talk to.
Molly sniffles and wipes her arm across her eyes.