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She couldn't be honest, not when he looked at her like that. It was much kinder to lie, say 'Yeah, I'm okay', while he went on, trying to stay happy until the cancer took him. It was easier than telling him that her husband was abusing her, that she felt depressed, and that, more than once, drugs had started calling to her. She wanted desperately to tell him that she hadn't given in, that she was still fighting, but...she'd have to be honest to tell him that bit of joy.
Honesty was not something she could be all the time. It was much better to simply be nice.
How could he have possibly predicted that today his wife would die? He wished desperately that they had known sooner, that she'd be able to have more time, but it had just sprung at them. A few months ago, years, days, he really wasn't sure any more, his wife was diagnosed with full blown AIDS
Her crew was behind her, her fans in front, and she only had her confidence in her hands. She took the stage, trying to suppress a grin, and the curtains pulled apart. People screamed, bouncing up and down as they waited for her music. She nodded, and in a flurry of moments the first few chords were being picked out by the lead guitarist, a sweet lass of 17. She held her breath, and began to sing.
The deadbolt slammed home behind her, and Mary sighed, biting her cheek to fight off the tears. She would not let this make her cry.
She'd just dropped in on Anthony, just to say hi, and it barely took him a moment to look at her, murmur the words 'Don't you ever come here again', and then close the door. at least he hadn't slammed it. But the fact that he locked it behind her wasn't that much better.
Such a pity, she thought, such a waste.
It broke her heart, the way that trailer looked. Rusty, worn down, and in short, ugly. What was worse, was the people inside it, starved children, tired looking adults, their hair a mess, clothes little more than drab, wash gray rags.
Why were things like this, she thought. Why were people so unhappy, when it was so easy to provide themselves a better life. It was so hopeless to look at, so sad. She turned away, continuing down the rows of trailers, feeling worse than when she first stepped onto the park grounds.
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