Chapter 3: I'm getting old, Sharyn
Kara Thrace smiled at Sharyn working out in her living room, having made space, and was using her coffee-table to rest her feet on while she did push-ups. It was so like herself in the brig it wasn't funny. "Morning," she said.
"Morning," Sharyn gasped, long hair swinging. Sharyn had decided to ignore the Adama look of a close clip and grow her hair to hang to her hips, then just recently changed it from a dull dun colour to a brilliant synthetic red. It looked good on her.
"Want some coffee?"
"Don't have your tolerance, Grandma. You know it's rationed in the military." She kept pumping evenly. "You still working out?"
"Did that yesterday. My knee's giving my trouble again. I was going to go running after lunch today."
"You're getting soft, Grandma."
"I'm getting old, Sharyn. I can't help it."
Sharyn stopped and got up. "I know," she said softly. "I know, Grandma. I don't want to lose you, too. Ever."
"You will, Sharyn, unless you get shot down. I know how you feel. I remember what it was like when Lee died."
"I know," she said, sitting down and reaching for a towel. "I tried hard to help."
"You did help. But I lost my husband, Sharyn. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
"No, Grandma, I don't. Dating isn't really a part of my life."
"It should be."
"Don't start, Grandma."
"I'm just saying…"
"Grandma, I don't want to talk about this."
"But you…"
"I don't want to fight with you."
Kara Thrace smiled at Sharyn working out in her living room, having made space, and was using her coffee-table to rest her feet on while she did push-ups. It was so like herself in the brig it wasn't funny. "Morning," she said.
"Morning," Sharyn gasped, long hair swinging. Sharyn had decided to ignore the Adama look of a close clip and grow her hair to hang to her hips, then just recently changed it from a dull dun colour to a brilliant synthetic red. It looked good on her.
"Want some coffee?"
"Don't have your tolerance, Grandma. You know it's rationed in the military." She kept pumping evenly. "You still working out?"
"Did that yesterday. My knee's giving my trouble again. I was going to go running after lunch today."
"You're getting soft, Grandma."
"I'm getting old, Sharyn. I can't help it."
Sharyn stopped and got up. "I know," she said softly. "I know, Grandma. I don't want to lose you, too. Ever."
"You will, Sharyn, unless you get shot down. I know how you feel. I remember what it was like when Lee died."
"I know," she said, sitting down and reaching for a towel. "I tried hard to help."
"You did help. But I lost my husband, Sharyn. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
"No, Grandma, I don't. Dating isn't really a part of my life."
"It should be."
"Don't start, Grandma."
"I'm just saying…"
"Grandma, I don't want to talk about this."
"But you…"
"I don't want to fight with you."