let down.
She made her excuses to her Mom and went upstairs. Flinging herself down on the bed she burst into tears. Of all the people who had changed towards her, this one hurt the most. Firstly because she had never seen it coming and secondly because she knew now she had held feelings for Billy for as long as she could remember. Although from different backgrounds they had been like two peas in a pod. Sarah kept Billy out of trouble as much as possible and Billy made Sarah see things were not always to be taken seriously, they complimented each other.
Or used to.
Chapter Two
Wiping her eyes Sarah forced herself off the bed and into the shower, glad to get the smell of the diner off her hair and body. She changed into some comfortable clothes and went to give her mother a hand in the kitchen.
“What time is Dad home?” Sarah asked. Her father had a job as a foreman at the local factory. It had taken two years for him to take any kind of work, but he soon showed he was good with people, and good at organising things, so he got promoted fairly quickly. The wage was good and the stress not too bad.
On the whole they were happy, her sister had gone off to college in the spring and they were all doing OK. Her parents offered to help Sarah continue her education but she knew it would put too much a strain on their finances, so she carried on working for now. Perhaps in a couple of years things would change, but she didn’t want to do anything that would tip her father back into the cold dark abyss of depression.
“About 6.30, he has some paperwork to do, and then he'll be home.” Her mom gave her a sidelong glance. “I thought you might have changed into something a bit nicer.”
Sarah looked down at her sweats. “It's only you and Dad, you don’t mind do you?”
“No plans for tonight?”
Sarah tried to keep her breathing steady and not to let her face flush. “No. Why would I?”
“Oh, you know. Billy back in town and asking for you, I just thought ...” her mom let the sentence hang in the air while she checked the oven.
“You just thought what? Come on Mom, why would he bother with me? He belongs with the likes of Jenny and her cronies now.”
“Billy? He wouldn’t be seen dead with them.”
“I’m not so sure, I saw him in the car with Jenny earlier, and she is having a big party tonight. My guess is that was why he couldn’t make dinner.”
Her mom shut the oven door. She turned to look at Sarah. “He didn’t ask you out then?”
“Why would he?”
“Because he said he was going to.”
“He did?”
“Yes. He told me he couldn’t come to dinner because he wanted to take you out.” Sarah's Mom looked at her daughter closely. She reached out and touched her arm affectionately. “You OK, love?”
Sarah started to sob, “He did ask me out, and then he got in a car with Jenny. I think it’s some kind of trick.”
“No! Not Billy, he’s always thought the world of you.”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
“Come on Mom. Before he became rich and famous.” She stifled a sob, and then blurted out, “And I became a nobody who waits tables for a living. Why would he bother with me?”
Her mother held her tightly in her arms and let her sob until she was ready to calm down. “He wouldn’t do something like that to you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know him, and I know you. You are worth a hundred Jennies. I am so proud of you and what you’ve done for this family. I can only imagine how hard it was for you to give up your dreams for us. Now, go and put on a pretty dress, he'll be here any minute.”
“I can’t, Mom.”
“Why ever not?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of Billy?”
“Of going on a date. Unless you hadn't noticed no one ever asks me any more.”
“Of course, I’ve noticed, don’t you know how much your father and I worry about you?” She kissed Sarah on the cheek. “Now, go and get ready.” She steered Sarah out of the kitchen,