Comments on 'We're Okay'"Karly, honey, I'm sorry about your brother, but he'll come round. Now, where did you say you were, dear? I'm sorry, I was distracted... work, and all..."
_Not here_, I want to say. Not here. My mind is far, far away; buried in the coffin that we put Dad in today, and with Marcus as he is walking away. Marcus, my angry, expressive brother, who doesn't understand that I'm trying _so hard_ just to keep up the image that _We're Okay._
"I'm at the reception, Mom. It was today, remember?" I sigh. "Look, I have to go. People are staring. Bye." I hang up and glance around my living room; the guests are only slightly ruffled by Marcus's departure.
Mrs. Kyle walks over to me. "Oh, you poor dear. It must be so _difficult_ to be the woman of the household at such a young age. Don't worry about your brother, he'll be fine."
I smooth my hair. Smile. Flash those pearly whites, Karly! Your dad paid thousands for them! "Oh, yes," I say. "I'll just give him some time. He'll be fine."
Right.2008-04-17T00:19:09Zhttp://ficlets.com/feed/story/27712Comment on We're Okay<p>Lovely and gut wrenching in your portrayal of the all-too-common quest to put on a good face, make things seem okay for the sake of others. Yet another reason to not like funerals.<br />LoA</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/27712?basename=569862008-04-17T00:19:09ZTHX 0477http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477Comment on We're Okay<p>Great job on this. Can’t wait to read on.<br />LoA</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/27712?basename=567942008-04-16T03:05:00ZFreedom :]http://ficlets.com/authors/http_ficlets_com_authors_withinthewords_comComment on We're Okay<p>Great job on this. Can’t wait to read on.<br />LoA</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/27712?basename=567932008-04-16T03:04:51ZFreedom :]http://ficlets.com/authors/http_ficlets_com_authors_withinthewords_com