He couldn’t stop wondering about the secrets in those shadows. And he imagined grabbing her tits in his hands, squeezing. “I’m gonna fuck that ...hick,” Steve said. “You ain’t getting near it,” Damo said. A couple more local guys, shit, college jocks these ones, were creeping round back of the stage as a song finished. Mark watched them whispering and laughing to each other, cajoling some courage into each other. The music picked up, some shitty ballet. This was the stuff Carrie danced, when. I wonder vaguely what's going to happen to all that blood I left at Carly's. And I decide I'll clean it up, I'll clean it all up because at least it's one mess I can fix.And I think I'm saying sorry to Carly, over and over again, and it's making her cry but I can't stop it.I feel a little better when the stitches are in and they're wrapping my hand up, even though my hand stings and feels like a bunch of raw nerves. I can see Carly off to the side, PearPhone to her ear, and I know she's calling. "Was gibt es, Hannah?", frage ich sie. Hannah, eine Frau Mitte der 60 Jahre, mit grauen langen Haaren, faltigem Gesicht und leuchtend Blauen Augen antwortet mir: "Die erste Bewerberin für das Bewerbungsgespräch ist soweit, Mr. Hallas."Bewerbungsgespräch? Welches Bewerbungsgespräch? Frage ich mich selbst. Ach ja, heute wähle ich ja eine Nachfolgerin für Hannah aus. Die glückliche hat ja morgen ihren letzten Tag und darf danach in ihren wohlverdienten Ruhestand gehen. "Danke Hannah", antworte. " Why should you be sorry?" You've been alone. I've been out adventuring and Mom and Jimmy left and..." Yes I've missed you, my lovely Sarah, but I kept myself entertained. I met old friends and ... I found Stephan." Really? That must have been weird."Sophie quietly muttered, "Yes." I'm sorry," Sarah said again. "You should have called me." And ruin your fun? Besides, I'm all grown up. Why should I need the shoulder of a fucking seventeen year old?" Because you do?"Sophie sighed, "Yes." Is.