Chapter 4

(Catherine)

Why did I invite Sara to stay here again? What in the hell are we going to do all day? We can't just sit around and do nothing. It was a lot easier when Lindsay was home she is so good at talking to Sara and she can make her smile just by making homework, I don't know what to talk to her about, or what we can do. It's not like I know that much about Sara.

Maybe I should use the next couple of weeks to get to know Sara. That would be a good idea. Why am I talking to my self?

What will I do first? "Hey. Sara?" I said turning around to look at her.

"Yes Catherine?" she mumbled, I almost didn't hear what she said because of the food she had in her mouth.

"When you're done, do you want to watch a movie or whatever there is on TV?" I asked I walked over to her and sat down in my seat in front of her.

I still can't believe how I earlier forgot that she couldn't walk and I yelled at her, she must thing I'm a total bitch to forget some thing like that, how am I going to take care of her for 3 weeks when I can't even remember that she can't walk the day after it happened. I'm so stupid.

"Sure I would love too" she told me giving me one of her best smiles I love her smile; when she smiles she lights up the whole room. Her smile is one of the most beautiful things I've seen. I could think about it all day. She is not just beautiful she is smart too, and she is so good with Lindsay. She says she is not good with kids, but that is not true.

"What are we going to watch?" she asked me pulling me out of dream land.

"I don't know, what do you want to see?" I asked her back hoping maybe will tell me what she likes to watch, like her favourite movie or TV show.

"I don't watch what much TV, and the TV show I like is not on any more it stooped last week and want be back on until next year, so maybe we could do something else?" she is good she tells me she like a TV show but not which one.

"Sure, we can do something else. We could go sit in the living room, and talk, get to know each other better." I asked her getting up from my seat at the table.

"Okay we can do that, but I'm not promising I will answer all your questions." she told me, looking hesitant. I walked over to her and helped her up, together we went inside the living room and I helped her down on the sofa, then I walked back inside the kitchen and got us some iced tea and cookies.

"So what do you want to know?" she asked me as I walked back inside, I sat down on the sofa and gave her one of the cups of iced tea.

"Well, we could do it like this, I ask 5 question and you answer is you want to, and I will start easy, and after my 5 questions you get to ask me 5 questions." I explained to her, she looks like she is okay with what I said and like I promised her I will start easy on her.

"Okay question number 1, what is your favourite colour and why?" I think that one was maybe to easy but I don't want to scare her away. Although, then again, she can't go any where.

"My favourite colour is blue, I've always loved the sea and every time I needed time for my self I went to the beach, I could sit there for hours sometimes I fell asleep" she said, I didn't think I would get so much out of almost nothing.

"That's nice; it's always good to have a place where you can be just you and you alone. Where do you go now when you want to be alone and in a quiet place? It's not like there is a sea any where close." I hope she has a place here in Vegas to go to when she needs to be alone.

"I like the desert I have a little place out there where I like to go when I'm sad or angry or just want to be alone, one day when I don't have dice stupid casts on I could take you there, if you want?" she is so sweet, and I think with just two questions I have got to know more about her when I have on the 6 years we have been working together.

When I can get so much out of her with simple question like the one I have already asked, maybe I can go on to questions about her family and when she lived in San Francisco or about school. What the hell am I going to ask her I can't just ask about those things not when she is so private; keeping everything to herself.

"You just tell me if there are some, of my questions you don't want to answer" I tell her before coming with my next question. She gave me her answer with a nod with her head. "Okay, do you have any brother or sisters?" I asked looking over at her; she had sat her cup off, ice tea down on the coffee table some time ago.

She was just sitting there with her hands in her lap, I moved closer to her and leaned over and took one of her hands in mine, her hand was a little cold and I could feel it shaking in mine.

"I had a brother, but he died a long time ago." she said in a whisper, well I didn't expect something like that; that must be why she never talks about her family. Although even if her brother is dead that doesn't mean that she can't talk about her parents, but maybe she lost them too.

No, stop thinking that, there is probably a good reason for her not talking about her mother and father; she might just have lost contact with them.

"When did he die and why did he die?" I asked not totally sure it was a good idea to go so deep with something so private. If she doesn't want to talk any more it is my own fault, but she might want to talk about what had happened to him.

"Do you really want to know that?" she said back looking over at me. I could see tears in her eyes, but she wouldn't let the tears fall.

"If you want to tell me about it, I will gladly listen to you. I've been told, I have two good ears." I told her hoping she would tell me what happened to her brother.

"I was 15 and I was going to visit my brother after school. When I got there I went inside like I always do. I found him on the sofa. I thought he was asleep at first… but I checked and he was not breathing… and he didn't have a pulse either. I called an ambulance, and they took us to the hospital… after a couple of hours the nurse came and told me he was… died… and it was an overdose. He was only 19." She was crying and sobbing by now.

I took her in my arms and hold her close; I was running my hand trough her soft brown hair trying to calm her down a bit. "Shhh… it's okay, let it all out" I said hugging her even closer. "Maybe we should do something else and talk later?" I said in a low voice.

"No way, I want to ask my questions too. It's not fair if I don't" she told me and then she started to chuckle.

"What is so funny?" I asked her, confusion on my face.

"You just looked so cute and kind of scared when I said I wanted my questions. I don't need them it's just nice to have someone to talk to. You can ask more questions if you want or we could do something else." she told me I'm happy that she has picked me to talk to, and I will be here when ever she needs to talk.

"I just have one question I would like to ask. What is your favorite TV show?" I asked her.

"7th Heaven, I just love that show, I do like others like ER and without a trace but my favorite is 7th heaven." she told me.

We talked for a bit more, and I tried to make her feel better like my stupid jokes would work. Maybe I should just let her be sad for a little while.

I think she has kept her brother's death to herself and never talked to any body about it, it must be so hard not to have someone to talk to when you need it I'm so damn glad I have my sister and my mother to talk to when I need it.

At some point I will have to find a good time to ask her about her parents and about her childhood. I have a feeling I will have to talk to my sister too; she is always happy to meet some of my friends or co-workers so I just don't understand why she was so cold towards Sara this morning I will ask her when she stops by with Lindsay after school.

I had been in my own thoughts so long, that I didn't notice that Sara was lying down with her head in my lab and fast asleep. I lay down as well as I could and not long after I went to dreamland.