I was laying on the couch resting my hand when someone knocked at the door.
“I’ll get it.” Mom called. “She’s watching TV.”
Casey bounded into the room and plopped on the end of the sofa. “I heard what happened to your hand. Is it going to be alright?”
I raised my bandaged hand for her to see “Yeah. Dad said it’ll be fine. It hurts though.”
“So I guess you’re going to quit now?” Her eyes were on the fringe of the afghan she was twisting between her fingers.
I sat up. I didn’t know why, but this felt like something more serious than a friend stopping by to check on me. “No. Dad said it would be okay for me to keep working.”
I could tell she was angry with me, but I had no idea why. “Have you seen Bobby again?”
“Yeah. He was there when I cut my hand.” I smiled remembering. “Actually, he had just asked me to go out with him.”
She tensed. “Oh really. And what did you say?” She still wasn’t looking at me.
I didn’t get why she seemed upset with me. “I said yes.”
Now her hands were fisted in her lap. Tension filled the room. “I can’t believe you’re going out with him.”
“Why? I thought you would be excited for me.”
“Excited? The minute I’m out the door you use my plan and steal him away from me.”
Her words were like bees, stinging as they landed. “Casey, I’m sorry you feel that way. It wasn’t like that.”
She jumped off the sofa. “Like what? Like you betraying me?” She ran from the room. The front door slamming reverberated through the room.
Mom squeezed my shoulder. “You handled that with grace.”
“Then why do I feel like I did something wrong?”
Mom sighed. “It happens.”
This week’s post is inspired by the creative writing prompt from Trifecta. They asked us to use the third definition of the word grace (a charming or attractive trait or characteristic). For all of you Trifectans, you missed last week. Sorry but there was no way I could work a turkey in at this point of the story. If you’ve been following along you might want to read last week to catch up. And thank you.
I’m also linking up with Write on Edge for Write at the Merge. This week they asked us to write about the space between, which is where June is even though she doesn’t realize it yet. Actually, this whole story is about moving from one space to another.
Photo Attribute: Allie Pasquier. This photo was adapted via a Creative Commons License.