Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Broadway songs weren't really her thing, but she was listening to the playlist for a reason. When every song began, she listened for a few seconds, as if she was looking for something. But it wasn't the type of music she liked, no, not at all, and she hadn't even seen a show until now. But she wasn't thinking about that as she crawled into bed with him, and it was comfortable. Despite all those years and years, it felt safe. It was similar to being small and scared and really believing counting to seven would make things better. He'd made that up, and usually it was her making things okay, but not that time.
She smelled of lavender and vanilla, her shampoo and her soap, and she read with animated voice, as if it was storytime and she wanted to do all the voices. She looked over when he laughed, and it was nice and better than all the tension he'd carried in his jaw when he walked into the trailer. "Jamie, but he went to school and ballet every day, and we didn't have ballet." Jamie had taken her and Molly's spots in ballet when he was little, and only Molly had mourned the loss. But Si was turning the page, and Hannah looked at the words there again and read aloud. "Dear Diary, today was a bad day. I saw her, but I didn't say anything to Dad, even though he was right there. It's the first time I didn't just tell him, but I didn't, and I couldn't fall asleep and have turned on all the lights in the bedroom. Mine and Si's and I brought in Molly's old light and the one from the living room. It's like the middle of the day, but that's better, and Si doesn't seem to notice. P.S., I think Si might like a girl from school. P.S.S., I don't think I like her."