Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
Clem's momma had courted drama like it was candy. The woman had always loved the spotlight, the world looking on. Clem thought, to this day, that her momma had gotten involved with her daddy because she knew it would rock their southern world. Sleeping with a rich, married politician, and doing it real open, it was bound to cause the kind of whispering behind hands that came with a real slow pan of a camera's lens. Her momma hadn't hid, and it had been church on Sundays with the biggest hat she could find, her two little girls sitting in the pew at her side. Lore hadn't ever cottoned to that kind of attention, because she'd grown herself up during momma's hungry years, when the woman had starved for attention. But Clem, Clem ushered in a new set of credits, and the stage belonged to her momma again, and she'd been right at the center of it. Lorelei had grounded her little sister as best she could, but she went off when Clem was just a little thing, and phone calls across the country only did so much.
She felt Shane's glower against her back. She knew the man was learning to hate her like he hated her Murphy siblings, but she was a selfish thing. And she didn't know how to do what he wanted, and she wasn't about failing. She'd try to stay away, but it was the best she had in her. And, truth was, she wasn't real sure it was the best thing for Graham anyways. She couldn't believe what Shane was saying, that Graham was only kind to her on account of him thinking she was Lorelei. Her entire world was built on her being centerstage, and that would rock it in a way she wasn't sure there was any coming back from.
She moved back as Shane moved on beside Graham, acting like he thought she was a viper ready to strike, and she shook her head some. "You don't understand a damn thing," she told Shane. He didn't. But she knew where she stood in this little triangle come calling in the center of a cell. She gave Graham a look, something like hurting there, the aching that came with the fact that maybe Shane was right, maybe Graham didn't like her even a sliver for her ownself, and then she turned and left in a swish of red that her sister never would think of wearing herself.