Hi! It’s me! Lily!
So I tried to talk to Beth last night, she didn’t really want to talk. I told her I was worried but she could talk when she was ready. We brushed each others’ hair. And I presented her with a mostly intact chocolate bar that Sabby and I bought for her at the convenience store. I say mostly intact because I took a “finder’s fee”. Beth did crack a smile at that. She chewed on her chocolate while I brushed her hair.
Finally, after she licked her fingers clean of all the chocolate (she offered me one but Beth fingers are for Beth licking, no matter how much I like chocolate!), she seemed to start to relax and zone out a bit. Then I heard her sniffle. I didn’t say anything, but I just let her be.
“How do you do it?,” she said suddenly.
“Huh wha?”, I said eloquently and eruditely.
“How do you do it?,” she repeated. “Nothing seems to bother you. You got, well, assaulted a while ago, and you act like nothing happened. I would… I think I’d be upset.”
I kept brushing her hair and thought. “I just… I don’t know.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, he shouldn’t have done that. But he didn’t get far, and I took care of myself.”
“But…,” she sniffled. “But what if you couldn’t? Oh Lily, I don’t want to lose my sister!”, she said, and whipped around and clung to me like her life depended on it. I just wrapped my arms around her and let her cry it out.
“Is that what’s bothering you?”
She nodded in my chest.
I sighed. “Beth, these things just happen. People do stupid stuff. But if I let it bother me, then they have control of me, and I don’t want that guy to have control of me. Or you. I promise I’ll be careful!”
“But.. what if you can’t?”
I shrugged. “Then I can’t, I guess. I’ll deal. Maybe it would upset me more if it happened again.”
“I hope it doesn’t!”
“Me too, Lily. These”, and I tapped my chest, “can only take so much grabbing before they get angry.”
She giggled in spite of herself. “They get angry?”
“Oh yes,” I said, taking on a mock smart tone as she unwrapped herself from me. “Floppius Breastius are a protective species – what?”, I said, as she flopped down on her bed and whooped with laughter. “Floppi- floppi – BAHAHAHA,” she said, now wheezing.
I grinned. “Feeling better?”
She sniffled and pushed her hair out of her eyes, and picked herself up, still giggling. “I think so.”
“Good,” I said. “Now do mine.” I turned around and zoned out while she brushed my hair. I think I know what was bothering her. I don’t know what to do, but it’s good to know.
Love you all!!! ❤️