This place seemed to be full of good listeners,even better was that they didn't know her. Coach Collins claimed to listen, but she was just 'doing her job' telling Carrie what she wanted to here because she pitied her.
'You can trust me Carrie.'She squeezes her eyes shut.
His hands felt rough and warm, strange that they felt nicer than her mother's hands, which felt as smooth and cold as living stone. When she was able to calm down a little, she found he gave off, not the same, but a similar feeling that she felt when God sat next to her. It was as though if God felt like a parent..he felt like an older brother-or what she supposed was an older brother.
"I..I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from something." Apologies came as easy as breathing for her. Her first words may as well have been, 'I'm sorry, Mama'.