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Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. * --* Arnold H. Glasow



Gabrielle drove through the nice and neat neighborhood where she used to live. She headed north to the posh luxuries of uptown, to Kensington Ave. where her college roommate, and more importantly best friend, had an utterly chic one bedroom apartment. Gabrielle only knocked once. Caroline took one look through the hole in the door and saw Gabrielle, her face red and soaked with tears. She threw open the door to Gabrielle, rushing her inside, hurting for her best friend as she suffered.


Caroline embraced her friend, holding her as she wept in her arms.

“I’m such a fool. I’ve let him time and time again hurt me, just to hurt me harder. I’ve never had to see it like that before. So in my face, so….on our bed! He was never satisfied with just me. Always, he wanted more. I’m never enough. I’m never enough,” Gabrielle said, reliving parts of her past that would never go away.

Caroline knew that some scars never heal until the proper stitching, as her Nana used to say. She did her best to listen, but knowing Gabrielle as long as she had, she knew this would be a tough recovery.


The girls talked and cried all night long. After polishing off two bottles of the chilled Veuve Clicquot that Caroline always has stocked in her fridge, Caroline turned to Gabrielle. “What if we left? No, seriously,” she began as Gabrielle’s eyebrow raised. “My parents hate that I moved away and haven’t found a husband. You know their all about marrying me off,” she stated with a hint of temper. She longed for them to see her as the independent girl she was.

“Don’t think about it too much yet,” Caroline added quickly, stopping Gabrielle’s protest. “We’ll talk more about it in the morning.” And with the wheels spinning in her head, Caroline was forming a plan as she went to bed.


Gabrielle couldn’t sleep that night. Images of the evening would not leave her mind. As she stared out the window down at the closed shops and changing street lights, she wondered if maybe she could leave.

Mountain Desert never felt like home. She was always struggling to fit in, even at the studio. She was a wonderful instructor, but received little praise and a poor schedule from the owner because of the high volume, all the instructors, and spoiled clientele. She was longing for a way to fit in. Growing up with a sickly Aunt, never knowing her parents or any real family, a home sounded good. And she loved Caroline’s family. Maybe a visit was what she needed.

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