She stared at Roger’s retreating back and was jolted by the realization that Jacob was looking at her inquisitively. She was sure he was wondering what had transpired between her and Roger.
”God,” she thought “I hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea.”
But the look in his face told her that he did think something had gone on in that short space of time between her and Roger. He turned away from gazing at her with what she was sure was a hurt look on his face, a look she saw that he, not only had felt something had gone on, but was hurt, hurt by what he imagined had gone on between her and Roger.
He undoubtedly had heard the story of the kiss in the Cadillac, Roger had told everyone about that since she had arrived back and she was sure Jacob had heard about it, probably from Roger himself.
Roger was evil enough to tell Jacob so as to drive a wedge between them.
“Wait,” she thought to herself “between them?”
Maybe she was getting ahead of her self. There was no real relationship between her and Jacob yet, yet she was furious at the thought that Roger was trying to sabotage things for his own evil reasons.
She was headed toward Jacob, not to talk to him, but to give him a sign that she was still with him, to somehow communicate to him with her body language that there was nothing between her and Roger. Somehow she wanted that to get communicated to him in how she walked or looked at him.
Before she got two steps she felt an arm on her arm and her mother’s voice saying:
“You certainly get the attention here from the men today.” her mother was saying.
“These men look you up and down like you was cotton candy.”
Mother, a beauty in her time, a cheer leader too, had once dated Roger’s dad; in fact Roger’s dad had pursued her as the town beauty and the home coming queen two years in a row.
Rumor had it that the two might have even gotten married.
But it didn’t happen because mother was from the wrong side of town. But that didn’t stop Sara thought, Roger’s dad from still having a thing for her, and perhaps Sara wondered if the same was true for mother about him.
She hadn’t been home in years and didn’t know much about all of that. In any event mother, Sara guessed, felt that Roger’s dad still had fond memories of her and him in the old days.
Victoria, her mother’s name, whispered to her:
“Steady, let’s us just walk toward the door, casual like and go have our selves and nice little mother-daughter talk. Shall we?”
Sara glanced at her, realizing that this idea ,no matter how her mother meant it, nonetheless, was a good idea.