After Brunch

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[Millitimed to Sunday morning.]

It was nice outside. Not too warm, which Chris was grateful for. Anything that made her choice of a sleeveless turtleneck look less odd, made her happy.

Chris hadn't eaten much at her brunch, something her dad had noticed more than what she wore. Her stomach was tied in knots it seemed. She had told him she didn't feel well, he had told her she could go upstairs and rest. That this could wait till another time.

Then she felt awful.

The guilt was overwhelming. She almost wanted to tell him or someone. But she wouldn't. Partly because Chris had a feeling she was only looking for reassurances that she'd never receive and partly because there was no point. It was a mistake and one she wasn't going to repeat.

She just wishes that made her feel better.

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"Yeah, it was," he sighs.

"It was frustrating, a lot of the time. There were so many people involved and that made it hard to accomplish anything. And I didn't have a good working relationship with a lot of my co-workers, which just added to it."

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"But you did, Dad, manage to accomplish things. I think people forget how difficult it can be to be the person who is ultimately held responsible if things go wrong."

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"I don't think anyone realizes that till they're the one in that position."

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She nods and somehow that brings up more things she doesn't want to think about.

"Actually, I think I need to lie down for a while. It was great getting to have brunch with you."

She hugs him again, "Happy Father's Day. I love you."

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"I love you, too," he says, hugging her back.

He pulls away and rubs her arms a little. "Feel better, ok?"

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She tries to give him a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, but I'll be okay. I'll see you soon."

She still has to strip the sheets from her bed and put on new ones. She hates herself again for feeling anything other than regret and guilt for the night before.

She forces herself to walk and not run back to the bar.