Katie smiled at Woody's father. She had always found herself looking for stable adults to admire, and she ticket off two at her list. Woody's mother was harder, simply because she was a woman. Katie connected well with men but had a harder time with females. She did not understand their ambitions in life. A guy was easier. Sometimes she wished she wasn't a girl. She wanted to be stronger.
"That's more than enough, Mr Jefferson" Katie said. "I still can't imagine holding a full time job. This generation is so spoiled." She smiled.
And Woody's hand. Where did that come from? What did it mean? Did she even want to hold it after all of this? Had she been imagining Woody's reactions? No, she decided, she hadn't. But she was crying for love. So she took his hand, and used her free hand to frantically scratch a cigarette burn on her thigh to drown out the thoughts of that his hands had just been entwined with Trisha's.