"Thank you... Sandy..."
Sandy smiled down at Kerry, who was splayed out on her own couch, in her own house, after some fumbling by Kerry for her key. "You won't even remember my name."
Kerry struggled to sit up, but after a few moments of not being able to accomplish it, she stopped. "I'm not... I'm not drunk."
Sandy pushed a lock of hair off of Kerry's forehead, "Trust me Red, you are, but it's okay, when you're mourning it's permissible to get drunk off your ass."
Kerry slowly looked up at Sandy. The red head didn't seem to be able to do anything fast. It was like she was trying to swim through Jello. "How'd ya know?"
Sandy smiled, "I'm the only girl in my family, my mother drilled it into me how to empathize like a proper Catholic girl."
Kerry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her neurons weren't quite making the correct connections. "That doesn't make any sense." Kerry sniffed, and swallowed, "She was supposed to understand, she was the one that was... her brother died when he was ten, in her arms. The ambulance didn't come, she was suppose... I wasn't, they both died on my birthday, they were all I ever had, they... she was suppose ta under..." Kerry closed her eyes and laid back. "Why..."
"It'll be better tomorrow Red. Just sleep." Sandy grabbed the afghan off the top of the couch and laid it over Kerry. She started to move away, but Kerry caught her and yanked her down. Their mouths collided and Kerry's hand pressed the back of Sandy's head.
It took a minute before Sandy could pull herself away. "You'll regret this Red." She stood up straight and adjusted her shirt. "Talk to your girl. Tell her about whoever you're mourning, she'll..." Sandy realized that Kerry wasn't listening because she was fast asleep. Sandy pulled the afghan up to Kerry's chin and stared at the red head for a moment, "Kim's a lucky woman."
The knocking wouldn't stop. It went on and on and on. Kerry groaned and rolled to a sitting position, the afghan pooling around her ankles. She found her crutch propped at the end of the couch. She stood. "I'm coming, God almighty stop the fireworks I'm coming." Kerry whipped open the door and audibly groaned. "Kim... come back later, I'm way too hung over to deal with this right now."
"Kerry."
Kerry held her head and slowly shook it. "I know, I'm supposed to share everything, we're supposed to be like a married couple, but I... I can't. I need a break, I need space. I need to... I don't know what I need. Maybe I need you and don't know it, maybe you're right about everything, always, but right now..."
Kim chuckled and shook her head. Kerry glared at the taller woman and Kim held her hands up, "Sorry, you want to break up with me. Over the fact that I'm pushing too much. I never pushed in any of my relationships before you, never... and you're breaking up with me because I just keep pushing. It's ironic."
Kerry sighed and took a step back, "Come in."
Kim stepped into Kerry's house and closed the door. She stood totally still, her hands at her sides. "Am I right?"
Kerry shifted from one foot to the other. "I... I haven't just been with you... in bed since... there were two years when we were apart... but you're my only... female relationship."
Kim stared at Kerry. "I..." She trailed off. The humor had worn off the situation as fast as it had entered it. "What about work?"
Kerry took a step forward, Kerry could practically see the walls coming up. "Kim."
"You need time. The thing is, sometimes time runs out..." With that, Kim turned on her heel and left Kerry standing, once again, alone in her house, with a hell of a hangover.
She put a hand to her head.
Fin ~ April 13th, 2009
