Jeanne knew that she had no right to feel the way that she did, but she did.
When Karys told her that she was deeply in love with Mal, she knew that she had no right to be jealous about it. She was gracious with her friend of course. Told her it was not a problem, that she had had the same experience with Terrence who she was with now when she had had to tell her sister about the two of them.
She and Eliza had all but come to blows about it, what happened between them was so awful but they made up. It was Eliza that she had confided in as soon as she left the restaurant with Karys, because who else was she going to tell?
And then Eliza told her of an even more harrowing situation that she had encountered, and she was sitting with her now in her apartment. Eliza looked rather sedate for a woman who had been harassed by her husband’s ex, had a gun pulled on her and then managed to turn the tables.
“Are you okay?” Jeanne asked again, holding her sister close to her.
Eliza was silent, but she nodded. With the PTSD that she already had, it truly frightened Jeanne to think what this was doing to her.
“Are you okay?”
Jeanne swallowed.
“I am fine—you—”
“Jeanne,” Eliza began. “I would just love the distraction.”
Jeanne nodded to herself, knowing Eliza could not see her.
“I just, I know I have no right to be upset, but it just feels like they never even thought about me. Was that what you felt with Terrence and me?”
“It was different because you are my sister…”
“Karys has been like a sister to me as well. Before you.”
“I do not think that they did this to hurt you.”
“I know, but it is so jarring to me. And the way Karys told me…was even more unsetting. She seemed so guilty.”
“Did you talk yo Mal?”
No,” Jeanne said, fingering her necklace that he had given her that said Fleur. “No, if he wanted to talk to me. If he wants to talk to me he can come to me you know?” Jeanne held Eliza closer to her. “I know you want the distraction, but I am so glad that you are here with me.”
Jeanne kissed her sister’s cheek, and tasted a tear on her tongue.
More Fleur Friday here. You can read the first part of this post here.
the scream via wikipedia
