1953 // n.h.

2.0

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Theresa's POV

"So, Terri, is ya place gonna be okay?" Sandy asked, fiddling with the straw in her light-pink strawberry milkshake. "Like, are ya still gonna be able to live there?"

"Think so," I replied with a shrug of my shoulder, truthfully not knowing the answer.

"Are ya sure, T? It looked pretty bad," Carol confessed. "A majority of the building was burnt to ash!"

"Yeah, but they'll be able to fix that easy," I lied, shrugging my shoulders again. "Whether or not my parents are still gonna let me live there is the real question."

Sandy giggled as she sipped her drink.

"Why wouldn't your parents want ya there, Terri? You're the only kid they got."

"How could you forget about-"

"He's not important right now, Carol," Sandy interrupted. "Terri is the only kid they got and they outta value her more."

I directed my attention down to the plastic orange table, nervously fiddling with my straw as I did so.

"I don't mean any offense by it, Terri," Sandy continued, reaching out to comfortingly grab my hand. "It's just that they should understand how easily someone can be taken from you, ya know with him being gone and all, and I just think that they should appreciate you more 'cause ya never know what could happen."

I shrugged.

"I guess so," I answered softly. "He's changed them more than we'll ever know."

I took a deep breath.

"I'm just not sure it was for the better."

Sandy solemnly nodded in agreement.

"I'm not sure how anything like that could take a turn for the better."

Just as I was about to speak again, Kathy strolled up to the table with a couple bottles of ketchup held in one hand and a mountain of napkins in the other.

"What're we talking about over here?" Kathy chuckled, glancing down at Sandy and I's intertwined hands. "Looks intense."

Our hands quickly retracted from each other as the three of us worriedly exchanged eye-contact, silently agreeing not to tell her the subject of our previous conversation.

Not yet.

"The government," Carol blurted, throwing her hands up in the air, a confused expression on her face.

"Sounds ravishing," Kathy snorted, rolling her eyes and popping a french fry into her mouth, as she sat down in her chair.

"Oh it was," Carol nervously cut in. "But we're done with that, so let's talk about something else now."

"Alright," Kathy agreed. "Like what?"

"I have something," Sandy spoke, biting her lip in excitement.

Kathy hummed in anticipation.

"Boys."

"Boys?" Kathy asked, cocking an eyebrow up and pursing her lips.

Shoot.

"Men, to be more precise," Sandy giggled, sipping on her drink.

"Men? What men?" Kathy questioned, surprisingly intrigued by the conversation.

It had been a while since Kathy had even thought about finding a new boyfriend, much less actually listened when we talked about possible prospects.