Two characters, Samantha and Robbie are talking in the aftermath
of an attack on a remote farm...
She sat in the back seat; he sat on the floor, legs hanging out the door. After several minutes, she said, "It's finally started, hadn't it?"
"Depends
on how you look at it, Sam. I think it started a long time ago, only
now the senseless violence isn't just in Africa or the barrio or the
ghetto - now it's in everyone's face. I've seen this coming for a long
time. I have to guess, so did your folks. That's why they moved out
here - yes?"
The
reply was soft, "Yes, someone broke into our house while we were out
shopping. Within the year, Dad had sold the house, found the one out
here, resigned his position and we moved here. I had to give up all my
friends; I was just starting high school..."
Robbie shifted, pulling his legs inside, crossing them, he faced her directly.
"And
it was hard, almost impossible; to make friends, no matter what you did
or how hard you tried. Always the outsider, even after - what - living
here for four years?"
"Yes," this almost a sob.
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