Darcy realizes that it’s probably not a great idea for her to be sitting in front of her open window. With the holiday and all the festivities… if something goes down tonight - as something always does around here- the fireworks will be impossible to distinguish from the gunshots.
She needs the fresh air and the sky though. What little bit of a breeze there is cools the angry heat in her cheeks, and those stars - the billions and billions of them, so small from here but so big and bright where they are - …they remind her of herself. It’s a reminder she often needs after conversations with her parents.
You graduated ages ago, Darcy, when are you going to do something with yourself? Be useful?
The glass of wine she poured for herself sits untouched on the counter. It’s not what she wants, and it really won’t help. It had just been instinct, she supposes, to hang up her phone and run to her kitchen. The wine was a smarter idea than the Jose Cuervo would’ve been to be sure, but the thought of drinking by herself makes her feel worse, not better.
So she sits, staring out her window and up towards the sky and tells herself they just don’t understand. They don’t know.
She is doing something with herself.
….Or at least, she’s trying to.
This nonsense has to stop. Honestly. You need to grow up. You’ve been fighting it your whole life, but now it’s time to be an adult. You can’t play the self- righteous, misunderstood teenager forever; it’s getting old.
Jane is dealing with her own problems. Harry is thousands of miles away and, hopefully, having the time of his life. Kasper is unreachable. …She doesn’t have anyone else to turn to. To seek shelter with. And really, what would she say anyway? ‘My mommy and daddy hurt my feelings, please tell me I don’t suck’? No. She can deal with this herself. She will, and she has to.
You didn’t even come home for Hanukkah this past year; your brother and sister were sorely disappointed. What sort of example are you setting for them, Darcy?
She has to show them they’re wrong.
Are you listening to me? Darcy Blair, I am speaking to you, young lady! Has your time in New York made you forget your respect? You were raised better! This is why we should never have allowed you to leave; you’re too prone to rebellion and trouble….
Because they are. Wrong, that is.
You’ll ruin yourself before you even get to make something of yourself.