Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[Sam was too impulsive for things like lists. She'd never made a list in her entire fucking life, but she nodded anyway, because it was a plan, and it was a plan that wasn't hers, yeah? It was Iris taking responsibility or whatever, and that was good, and that was what Sam needed, and so she nodded. Yeah. A list. A list was good.] Yeah. Blake. Shane was staying there too for a while. I visited or whatever. [She said it rote, like it was just a memory that became words without her really thinking about it, and that was the sedative or whatever.
She rocked against her knee slightly. A little forward, and a little back, and she reached out and plinked another key when Iris asked about Meredith. Instead of answering, though, she stood, and she beckoned her sister into the master bedroom, past the bed, and she threw the huge fucking closet doors open wide. It was full of things, yeah? Neil's clothes, and things belonging to a woman. Expensive things, designer things - dresses, outfits, shoes, purses, and Sam just motioned with a hand that came to rest around her middle as she sat on the bed she'd clearly taken over, since Abuelita was using the guest room.
She stared into the lit fireplace a second, and then she looked at her sister again.] Meredith's Neil's girlfriend - fiancee probably, yeah? By now. She ran off to some fucking killer door because Neil was spending too much time helping me. I said I would bail. But the fucking guards won't let me.