[Katherine wants her to stay. She wants Lucy to sit and talk and hold her hand and be her sister like. To tell her where she's been all these years, what she's done, how she's doing. So much she wants to know.
But then Lucy snaps at her, and she see's her eyes dart towards the door and back, sees the agitation in her eyes, in her body language, in her voice. Its bitter, and it hurts her so much: it feels antagonizing, like she was some sort of villain, like there's a greater fault on her shoulders. In a way, Katherine believed there really was. Suddenly the table between them seems as long as the years they've been apart.
Anxiety comes bubbling up, but she resists it, afraid of what she would do driving her sister away. Years of counseling and working with students of varying ages has tempered her for working with others. She's dealt with frustrated parents, desperate students, and agitating coworkers, but she wasn't ready for this. Even if years have hardened her, there were still cracks, after all. So, taken aback and trying to hold together, she gives a short response.]
I see. I'm sorry for prying. [She wants to say so much more. She wants to do so much more.
But she doesn't, now paralyzed by uncertainty and the feeling of the negative and the positive and the confused roiling in her head.]
OMG this took way too long to write.
But then Lucy snaps at her, and she see's her eyes dart towards the door and back, sees the agitation in her eyes, in her body language, in her voice. Its bitter, and it hurts her so much: it feels antagonizing, like she was some sort of villain, like there's a greater fault on her shoulders. In a way, Katherine believed there really was. Suddenly the table between them seems as long as the years they've been apart.
Anxiety comes bubbling up, but she resists it, afraid of what she would do driving her sister away. Years of counseling and working with students of varying ages has tempered her for working with others. She's dealt with frustrated parents, desperate students, and agitating coworkers, but she wasn't ready for this. Even if years have hardened her, there were still cracks, after all. So, taken aback and trying to hold together, she gives a short response.]
I see. I'm sorry for prying. [She wants to say so much more. She wants to do so much more.
But she doesn't, now paralyzed by uncertainty and the feeling of the negative and the positive and the confused roiling in her head.]