Sarah had spent a lot of time and energy suppressing her emotions and her conscience. She didn’t have the strength now to resurrect any dry bones and try to breathe life into them. Better to let things alone. Before long, it was time to meet Etta and begin the game of twenty questions.
Over the last three years, Sarah had gotten so good at evading any questions asked of her that Etta pretty much accepted her answers without reservations. Ronnie, on the other hand, had only reservations. He never believed that the death of their son was the reason for the trouble in their marriage.
He thought losing their son should have brought them closer. He wanted to know what the real problem was so they could fix it. He vowed to never give up until he could define the problem and get to a solution.
Perhaps it’s time to create a plausible problem that Ron could find a solution to. One thing for sure, the truth is not a possibility.
At 6:25, Etta arrived at the Chinese Restaurant, ordered tea, and prepared to wait for her friend who was always late. Within two minutes Sarah arrived.
“Not bad,” said Etta. “You’re getting better.”
Since neither of them was hungry. They settled on soup.
“What’s new?” Sarah began.
“You tell me,” Etta said smiling.
Sarah could only laugh. For so much of their lives, they had not only finished each other’s sentences, communicated volumes with looks, but had also somehow managed to keep safe from each other two of the biggest lies of their lives.
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