the park bench

t w e l v e

t w e l v e

lark: joanne, what's wrong, why didn't you come yesterday?

joanne: i... i found out that my mom cheated.

lark: oh. oh gosh.

joanne: yeah.

lark: are you okay? no, of course you're not. alright, no crying now.

joanne: i like your arm around my shoulder.

lark: alright, i'll put it back, no need for that look.

joanne: ...my brother was in tears yesterday. a 17 year old boy who's a jock with a girlfriend was a sobbing mess yesterday.

lark: and what about you?

joanne: what about me?

lark: are you mentally alright for now?

joanne: yes. wait. no.

lark: cry it out then, my dear. [holds out arms]

joanne: thank you.

lark: s'alright.

joanne: thank you.