Pie? | Lia & Clara
Lia was standing in Clara’s doorway. She never dropped by anyone unannounced (she’d hate to think, for a moment, that she’d been an inconvenience to her friends!) but today she’d only been thinking about herself as she walked right up to Clara’s house and knocked on her door.
“Are you hungry?” She asked, “I made pie and I just - “ the words don’t have anyone else to share it with hung in the air, unsaid.
A pause.
“- well, I just know you are super busy with school starting up again, and well, I thought you’d like someone sweet to snack on while you work. Also, if you need any help with anything - I just wanted to make sure you knew I was here, as always.”
It was a lie - she hadn’t come by for either of those reasons. The truth was that her home was too empty and the theater was too full. One she was left alone with her memories and regrets and the other she was faced with the prospect of running into her husband (soon to be ex?) at any given movement - all while trying to find the best time (and place) to tell him that she was pregnant (and avoiding letting alone know she was having morning sickness).
And, apparently, she was lying now - which was almost as unsettling to her as how easy the lie had come, as though her first thought really had been to come here to help Clara, and not to turn to her first friend who was not also a co-worker and, therefore, the least likely to bring up Kevin (or things that made her think of Kevin).
