Jul 12, 2012 10:00
Every time that Juliet comes to the beach with a bottle of rum, it's never for any good reason. She feels a little ganged up on - Laura offering a play date with Laila and Jonah, then not an hour later Erica showing up at her door to 'talk.'
It reminds her, immensely, of Jack and Kate. Even Harper.
I see you and my husband have become friendly. When did you start sleeping with him?
Of course, she's not sleeping with John, and there's no one here who will try to kill him because of her. But she knows her place now, knows to stay away, and the village suddenly doesn't seem big enough.
Holding up the bottle of rum, which had been new, she realizes about half of it is gone. She's not even sure she could get up if she wanted to. Looking out at the horizon, she could swear there's black smoke and she closes her eyes.
That our boat?
...It was.
Trapped, like always, and put firmly in her place. She takes a long pull from the bottle but is otherwise sitting stock still as she looks out at the water.
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