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Inconsolable – section 2-7
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“I donno what I would do without you.” Gail blubbered
And that’s when it happened. Holly had lifted her chin, kissed her softly, looked deep into her eyes and said, “I love you.”
She hadn’t really meant to go there yet, but it had slipped out, and there it was. She had felt Gail stiffen with a sharp intake of breath. In that moment, if eyes were the windows of the soul, she had watched Gail’s slam firmly shut. Gail had removed herself from Holly’s embrace with a steely glare, brushed herself off and said,
“Thanks Holly, it’s been fun, but I gotta go. “
She had fled, leaving Holly standing there without a single glance back. Of course, Holly had tried to text her in the morning, keeping it light, but nothing. She had called her after work, but it went straight to voice mail and had not been returned. And now it was Holly’s turn to cry.
The little chime rang out from her computer letting her know the tox-screen results were in, waking her from her stupor. Damn. She hated it when young people died. This girl was a Jane Doe between the ages of twelve and fourteen, Caucasian, brown hair, five foot three, blue eyes. Surely someone must be looking for her. But there were no hits in the missing persons database either. Holy cow! There was enough Oxy in this girl to kill a horse! And that made her sad too.
As if summoned by her thoughts, there was a knock on her door jam. She felt her heart skip a hopeful beat. She turned to find Chris leaning against her doorway with an annoyed expression on his face as a flicker of disappointment crossed hers.
“So,” she said, putting on her best game face “The tox-screen results are in, but we have yet to make an ID.”
“What is up with you and Gail?” he said, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking towards her.
“What?” She replied in a sharper tone than she meant to do.
“You know. You. Gail. Did you guys have a fight or something?”
He was standing directly in front of her, hands on his hips.
“What? No! I mean not really… no!” she stuttered looking down at her hands. “Why? What’s happened?” she looked up at him.
“I donno..” Chris began, “When she got back to the Penny, she practically drank the bar. Dov and I had to carry her out to my truck. Thank God Dov went through EMT training. She was so sick he had to bag her. I’ve never seen her be such a mess.”
Holly winced.
“Come on Holly, tell me what happened.” He insisted.
She sighed, “I can’t. No, really, you are going to have to ask her.”
“I did.” He replied
“And?” Holly looked intently at him.
“Well she wasn’t exactly coherent, ya know…” he replied, “She kept mumbling something about how she thinks you killed her cat.”
“Oh.” Holly said quietly, looking at the floor, trying not to start crying again.
“I take it, that means something to you.” He said
“Yeah, yeah, I think it does.” She sighed heavily.
“You gotta do something Holly.” He was pleading with her now.
“I can’t, she doesn’t want to talk with me.” She said, still looking at the floor.
“Sure she does.” He said, “She’s just stubborn. I’ll pick you up at 6:30.”
She heard him start to walk away.
“No! Wait!” she called after him.
“See you then.” He shot over his shoulder as he left the room.
Cause you were the one sure thing
The one sure thing
Baby I’m not crazy
Just Inconsolable
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Great I like this point of view holly needs to understand its hard for gail to feel special even harder for her to feel loved pps.