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His parting words had been, 'I'm sorry I can't give you everything you want.' Ever since her birthday blowout Gene had cycled through all the classic stages of grief. There had been denial (I'll sure I'll see him again!); anger (How arrogant is he to think I wanted more?); bargaining (Maybe if I can just find a way to make this fit both our schedules ...); depression (This is hopeless. Why do I keep thinking about him?); and finally acceptance. Every day she moped about on auto-pilot without proper explanation and every night went to bed telling herself to follow her own advice. Their one night together could only ever be what it was.
Awoken from yet another round of corpse-like sleep, she lay perfectly still and silent while trying to determine whether the strange noise coming from their living room was real or simply vestigial proof that she had finally resumed dreaming. When her ears piqued again to an indeterminable thumb she felt with alarming certainty that it was a case of the former. Gene's closest approximation to what it could be was the sound of someone fighting against a stubborn lock and occasionally pushing their shoulder against it as if to double check that it wasn't open already. Panic was quick to set in when she rolled over to confirm Lorraine was already home from work and tucked safely into her bed. She was.
First too awfully excited over the prospect of calling Everett and then too prideful against it, Gene determined their immediate plan of action should be to lock their bedroom door. Hole up and just wait it out until someone more qualified could handle whatever might be going on in the other room. And how was she to know? Maybe it was only their drunken neighbor getting his apartment doors mixed up again!
"Lorraine? Lorraine." She hissed before practically melting from her own mattress onto the floor; belly-crawled her way across their bedroom floor as though she'd entered into military training and spools of barbed wire had been stretched mere inches above her vulnerable flesh. One hand reached up to jostle her sister by the shoulder. "Wake up! I think someone is trying to jimmy the front door."