Chapter Text
After an hour or two of Andy, Maya, and Vic cuddling together on
the big bed in the Master bedroom, Andy slips away and out into
the living room. She immediately spies Robert Sullivan, seated some
distance away from the other mourners...a look of shell-shock, of
dis-belief on his handsome face-his eyes look 'blasted'...not
with alcohol...with GRIEF...
He doesn't even see her approach, doesn't acknowledge her presence
until she takes both of his big hands in hers. He raises his head, his
face tear-stained, his eyes, under their thick brows, red-rimmed and
shining.
He lets his bald pate fall forward, slowly, toward her welcoming
bosom...freeing her hands, she guides it to rest...neither says a word.
In a far corner, Ryan sees his former lover comforting another Man, and turns
away...
Her face close to Robert's ear, Andy croons, " I KNOW, I KNOW...It Hurts...
It hurts SO BAD...you'll get through it...I'll help you-I WILL-hold onto me...
you can do that, can't you? Hold ONTO ME?...
A long shuddering breath, and he nods, his face still tight against her wet blouse.