"How can you be so callous?"
Don had to think about this for longer than he probably should have. Sarah just stared at him waiting for the answer she wanted. He was suppose to say he wasn't, or didn't mean to be. Don had always been a rough sort of person. Some would say he was "gruff" or a "strait shooter", but Don knew he was just mean. His father was mean and he was mean.
"I'm sorry, I really am"
If you would have asked Don why he had lied he would not be able to answer. This was not his way. He was mean. To lie like this was the kind of nice he never was or could recall being. No, Don would have said he was callous because Sarah was foolish. Sarah was too ready to love. Don knew love, or to be more specific the ntion of love, was just unattainable. So Don had watched a succession of assholes break her heart. Now he had to tell her that she was a fool, and he said he was sorry for it.
Sarah had never been the sister he wanted. The sister he wanted was no sister at all. But Don could not be himself with those peircing tragic eyes forcing the loving lie. So Don lied to his sister and it was the kindest thing he had ever done for her.
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