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2005

Claire was about ready to attack the flight attendent, named Joan according to her name tag. All she needed was for her to give Joey one more pityful smile as she passed by him in the aisle and she swore she would do it. She had been forced to disclose Joey's medical condition, to the airline in case of an emergency. During the conversation she had been unable to decifer the look on the clerks face, had it been pity, she was just plain sick of that one. Had it been fear, this one she hated because Joey had to endure it, or was it disgust, that her, his mother had allowed it to happen. That one she hated Sara for.

It wasn't often that she hated Sara for what had happened. She had been clean, getting herself back together. Afterwards, she had told Claire that she had owed the man money. Claire hadn't beleived her. Sara felt responsible for it, it was her blood that had infected him. She had been so careful around Joey, even when she was shooting up, and she had wanted a reason why everything had suddenly changed, the only one she could find that didn't put Mike at fault was her drug use. No she didn't often hate Sara for that night, but she hated her for that look, becase she had never told her exactly how it all happened. She had never given Claire anyone to blame, anyone to give that look to herself. She instead had to find out by overhearing only half of a conversation between Sara and Mike, she had never gotten the full story, and had never told Sara what she knew.

She shifted on the hard plastic chair. She hated waiting,and she hated sitting still. She looked towards the gate, people had started coming out. She stood up, watching the people exit sometimes one by one, sometimes in pairs, occasionally families, it wasn't the right time of year for family holidays. The flow of people started to trickle off, she began to worry. She watched as one of the flight attendents exited, her name tag read Joan. Sara walked up to her.
"Is there anyone left on the plane?" She asked her.

"Yes mam, two more passengers." She walked off not offering anymore information, Sara supossed that the woman wasn't allowed to. She waited some more. Finally they came out the gate, Claire looked tired, her dark red hair was tied back, she was wearing loose fitting jeans and a baggy sweater. Had she lost weight? Joey was asleep on her hip, for a nine year old he was tiny. He had his mothers hair and dark green eyes. If he didn't look so sick he would be very cute. Now he was wearing a beenie, she suposed to keep him warm, and with his eyes closed, and pale skin, he looked like every terminally ill child in any hospital ward around the world.

Sara caught Claires eyes, and gave her a small, sad smile. Claire returned it, as she made her way to where Sara was sitting and sat Joey on the seat.
"Hey," Sara was nervous as she spoke, "how are you?"

"I'm okay."

"You look tired," Claire closed her eyes and brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. She didn't reply, "how was the flight?" Sara tried desperatly to avoid an awkward silence.

"It was good, well except for this one flight attendent, kept giving Joey this...sad... look. I think I was about ready to attack her."
Sara smiled "Come lets get your stuff, I know a great cafe close to here."

It was a small cafe, a french man in his mid sixties owned it andhad done for almost 30 years. Sara knew him only asJimmy, the name he had given her when she asked the night she had found it on her way home from a scene one night.

"Hey Jimmy." Sara called out. Jimmy nodded in greeting as Claire laughed quietly as Sara. "What?" Sara questioned.

"Small town manners." Claire had found this a source of amusement for many years. Most people didn't pick Sara as a small town girl, even when shementioned it, most of peoplestill thought she ment that she grew up in the suburbs rather then the city. It wasn't untill people saw this side of her that they realised what she ment, but Sara didn't let that happen often. Then there was strong need to keep her personal life private, as if everybody who knew her would find out if she talked about it, a reminant of growing up in a town where everybody knew everybody elses buisness, and her families buisness was often the topic of gossip. Sara was used to walking into a room to people who suddenly stiffle their laughfter or stop whispering. Sometimes Claire usuallyfound her paranioa cute andslightly funny, when she had beenon drugs however, the paranioa hadusually led to violence.

"I..." Sara started to defend herself, grateful for Claires light hearted mood, but she just laughed it off. They both ordered coffees and made small talk until they arrived. Sara took a sip of hers. "So are you going to stay with me or in a hotel?" She asked Claire.

"I can't afford a hotel, you don't mind do you?" Sara didn't mind at all she wanted to see Joey as much as possible while they were hear. She may not get another chance.

"No of course not." Claire looked slightly releved, she was still anxious though, Sara supposed that she was still a little scared of her.

"What made you call me that night Sara?" Sara knew the question was coming, she had hoped to distract her long enough for her to forget that she had wanted to ask it, but this was not an east task to accomplish when talking to a shrink.

"Bad case. A man beat his wife to death." Claire was about to respond when Sara's phone rang.

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