“You don’t think it’s weird that I wanted to put on my wedding gown? I thought it might be weird.” “No, Mom. Not weird at all.” He stepped...into the room, aching to reach for her. “Maybe you should let Dad see you like this. Remind him that he married such a beautiful woman.” “Fuck him,” Mom said, surprising him with the use of foul language. “He’s a cheating bastard and I don’t want him anymore. I want…” She faltered, her eyes glazing as she stared into the distance momentarily. Her focus. Every time he tried to turn the conversation to her, she dodged. Carrie wasn’t much into talking about herself, especially now. She was afraid too many people would feel bad for her, being newly divorced. That was the last thing she wanted to feel. She knew Rob wasn’t like that. It was more of a force of habit. As much as she denied it, she had all ready made up her mind. She knew she would wind up at Rob’s for the hurricane. She didn’t want to be alone. She knew that much. She didn’t want to. Just as he was about to go over and grab two hands full of perfect teenage derriere, there was a pop, and Sarah screamed “OWWW,” as hot bacon grease splattered onto her delicate skin.“Are you okay,” both Steve and Leah asked, almost simultaneously.“Yeah, I just got hit with some bacon grease,” Sarah replied in a more annoyed than injured tone, and then as she pointed at her right breast she said, “It hit me here, right on the damn nipple.”“You poor baby,” Leah said in a very mock-sympathetic. “Tara, what is it; are you all right?” Cara asked. “Oh, yeah, more than that; let me tell you what happened earlier this morning,” she said almost breathlessly, and then continued. “This morning, the librarian brought a middle aged guy to the section where I was filing. I didn’t hear him tell her what he wanted but she steered him down my aisle and left. I was on the ladder and when he walked past me I dropped a book behind him. When he saw the book and looked up I smiled and said ‘I’m.