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with.  Marie grabbed Sara's elbow and held it tight while walking out of the court room.  The prosecutor had their car pulled around to the back of the court house so that they would be able to leave without further trauma from the press occurring and they left.  Neither Sara nor Marie spoke on the way home.  It was the longest drive home they had ever made.

 
    Chapter Two
         Months had gone by and Sara still had not left her bedroom.  She stayed buried away trying to just hide from the world.  A world that was no longer full of promises and beauty.  Only pain and suffering for her.  A world that failed her.  A world she could no longer look at as a great and wonderful place to be.
         Marie couldn't take it anymore.  Rick was home and he was beginning to become angrier than ever.  He couldn't handle his little girl being like this.  This was supposed to be over.  Marie was supposed to have her little girl back.  Things were supposed to be just like before or at least returning to the way they were.
         "It’s not over, I will get him." 
         "Rick!  Don't you go making things worse than what they are.  You hear me!  It is bad enough that I fear we have lost our daughter to depression and sadness.  I can't lose you to."  Marie couldn't hide the tears that were pouring down her cheeks as she begged him.  Rick knew she was right.  He could only comfort his wife the best way he knew how, with a gentle embrace.
         They heard a knock on the door and as bad as he hated it, he turned loose of his wife to answer it.  "Marie come here, you’re not gonna believe this.  I don't and I'm seeing it with my own eyes."  When Marie turned the corner and looked out, there of all people, she didn't believe it. 
         "Emmy Jean!"  Marie yelled out and ran to her hugging her.  Rick and George shook hands and spoke of how good it was to see each other. 
         Rick and George carried in their bags while the wives went off to the kitchen.  "Do you want some coffee?  I just put on a fresh pot."
         "I would love some.  I forgot how much I hated riding with George in the city.  I don’t know what's worse, watching everyone else flip him off, or watching him flip them off and hearing what he has to say about it.  Road rage, it doesn't get any better with time."  They belted into laughter.
         "How is she Marie?"
         "She's not good; she hasn't left her room since,,,, well since court."  Marie dropped her head and sighed in disappointment.
         "My God Marie!  It’s been almost four months.  You can't let that poor child stay up there."
                  "Don't you think I have tried to get her out of there?  Don't you think that I have begged and
    pleaded with her to come out?"
         "Of course you have.  I know that.  I didn't mean it that way.  I am sorry Marie."
         They sat there drinking their coffee and catching up on old times.  Marie hadn't laughed that hard in a long time and she needed it.  Ricks face had softened back into the man she had fallen in love with 24years ago. 
         The ladies began supper and the men went into the study to leave the ladies to cook a wonderful feast.  A feast is what it would be.  Both of them could cook better food than anyone around.  Put their cooking talents together and wa-la, you have a feast.
         Emmy Jean set the table for five people.  Marie simply set the food on the table and picked up one of the plates and began fixing it.  Emmy Jean didn't know what she was doing.  The last time they had shared a meal they all sat down together.  And then it dawned on her, how she could be so stupid to forget that Sara wouldn't leave her room?  Marie finished setting up a tray and went to carry it upstairs.  "Marie, please let me."  Marie didn't know if it was a good idea or not but allowed Emmy Jean to take it. 
         Emmy Jean stood outside the door hoping she