Long after she’d given up and gone to bed, Megan lay awake constructing fanciful scenarios in her head. She was too stunned to move, or do anything except stare at the closed door, willing him to reappear. Megan opened her mouth, ready to launch into a rebuttal, but he walked straight past her to the front door. I just didn’t realize quite how much of a charity case I am for you.” He stood and handed her back the article, avoiding her eyes. This is a pretty good description of fucked-up kids. “It’s a great story and I think you captured the atmosphere of the street. “Don’t get me wrong,” Sean said, still sounding really pissed. The picture of Mouth as she drew him in the piece was far removed from the Sean she’d gotten to know since he moved in, but she didn’t know how to tell him that. Look, this was written before I really got to know you. I wanted to help you, yes, but it wasn’t about pity.
“So is that why you took me in? You pitied me, trapped in my ‘never-ending cycle of prostitution and despair’? Nice cliché, by the way.” He looked up at her with a challenging glare. Sean was still focused on the article, and something about the set of his jaw made Megan immediately apprehensive. She opened a beer and took a long pull to quell her nerves before walking back into the living room. At the end of the article, she mentioned numerous agencies and groups in place to assist street kids. X, the former prostitute turned client, underlining the fact that the cycle of child prostitution never ended, but the community should not give up attempts to try to help the disaffected youth. Mentally, she went through the whole article with him, starting with the striking silhouette of Sean, an eye-catching visual to draw the reader into the story, going through her first impressions of the street life and her deepening relationships with the kids, to what it really meant to be a homeless teenager. “Why don’t you read it in the living room while I get everything ready?”Īs she set the table and took the pizza out of its box, she was aware of Sean in the other room reading her work.
I hope you like it.” She felt herself gearing up to start babbling and making excuses for why she hadn’t let him check it first.
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