﹙ * ♚ ﹚▌▌ ❝ SHE ISN'T AN ADDICT! ❞ it's a rapid beat of her tongue, hands thrown in the air for emphasis and a thickly unveiled exasperation evident in her tone. it'd be hard to miss the annoyance riddled into each word either. annoyance for all the things she thinks she can't see but won't admit to not being able to see ... that maybe, JUST MAYBE ... carrie could see more clearly. but oh what would that say about perfect penny and her chronically well behaved daughter? she tucks her hair behind her ears. SHOULDERS STRAIGHTEN AND SETTLE BACK. chin raises. a breath expelled. penny's raised her voice one too many times for a summer that's barely started. ( tipper would be mortified ) & it's their first summer back here too ... without her, with the taste of the one they lost her in still writhing on their tongue. ❝ not everybody empties a pill bottle at the first sign of trouble, carrie. ❞ though her words have sharp teeth and claws and lock on aim for the jugular ... her eyes soften with an unspoken apology. she doesn't have her mother, but she still has her sisters. ❝ but if i had a dime for every time one of us dyed our hair brown in a fucking crisis— ❞ she says into her chardonnay glass with a shake of her head. what penny says next, however, is only a version of the truth. ❝ and trust me, it wasn't professionally done so ... WINNER, WINNER. you got it half right. i don't have any plans to leave her alone any time soon. ❞ as if that's the only reason...
CARRIE SINCLAIR , "any addict alone is in bad company." @red-gate