What are friends for?
Joe was not jaded, and he did not look at Dorothy with eyes of disdain, hatred or even jealousy that can only come from deep love that had been crossed. The look in Joe’s eyes was blank; there was no feeling at all behind his eyes and he felt nothing. He could stand looking at Dorothy and not flinch. It was his hands that had gone through the motions of a loving touch just minutes prior. There had been laughter in the room at that time. Dorothy was playing the game, in front of their party guests.
Dorothy could have bathed in the material aspect of her world. By all rights, if money could buy happiness, Dorothy should have been excited about every sunrise. Dorothy had the finest fashions, a grand house, a personal pool, and no debt. None of these material things could change her fate. Dorothy couldn’t tell anyone of her fate. Truthfully, she didn’t truly believe it herself. Even if she could bring herself to speak with someone, she had no reason to believe anyone would care. People had seen the cast on her arm after “the accident”. There wasn’t a living person that would do more than glance at her, and give her a shallow, “I am sure you will be alright” type of answer. The world Dorothy was in, did not allow her to speak about disgraceful acts.
Dorothy had always been supported by Suzy. Suzy used to talk to her for hours about her dreams, aspirations and what the future held for them. At one time, Suzy had sworn an undying oath of friendship to Dorothy. The truth though, Suzy was not Dorothy’s real friend. Suzy was more of the person that was around. This is not a real friendship, and that fact would show true.
Anger had built up in Suzy. Suzy’s first act of jealousy happened after the violent impact of the car. Dorothy was unconscious after a car “accident”. Suzy stomped on Dorothy’s shoulder dislocating it out of the socket.
The truth about the matter now, Dorothy was emotionally numb. She had no fear of death any more. Dorothy’s eyes were looking directly at Joe and Suzy when they had their first kiss. Just a week prior, Suzy had attended Joe and Dorothy’s wedding. This was the first time Suzy had let herself feel anything for Joe, but it would not be the last.
The first kiss had filled Suzy with a passion she had never before experienced. Her friendship with Dorothy was really jealousy. Suzy wanted to be the one getting married, wanted the clothes, wanted the beautiful life with Joe. Suzy would have Joe to herself.
It was satisfying, as Suzy felt Dorothy’s neck snap between her fingers.
Just then, from down the hall “Suzy, dinner is ready, and don’t forget to wash your hands.” Her mom called out as part of their evening routine. Suzy would have a long tedious night at the dinner table. Mom had fixed broccoli.
As Suzy entered the dining room, she secretly wished she could put this adult world behind her. She was anxious to get back to her Joe. Dorothy’s head was in her right pocket, and she felt relaxed as she could feel its outline through her shorts. At least Joe will be there waiting when I get back. He had better comply with her commands or his head would fit nicely in her left pocket.