evelyn and jesse

who: jesse and evie
where: his place
when: afternoon

Evelyn felt like she was going to jump out of her skin, but that wasn't evident to anyone passing her in the stairwell. She didn't move like somebody who felt very much like some thread in her life was unraveling apart. But she doubted she could credit self-control for the placid facade, because she couldn't even stop the how her hand gripped the banister far too tightly, and even controlling her breathing didn't stop it from being tense.

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
When: Late afternoon
Where: Jesse's apartment

Evelyn felt just as sick as she had professed to be the day earlier. Although in this case it was her guilt eating at her rather than any bug, and she knew it. But none of that made it any easier as she trod slowly up the stairs leading to Jesse's floor. Not at all. Not when she remembered that, before all this, 'unreliable' and her would have never been used in the same sentence. If she said she was going to do something or be somewhere, she was there and she was early. It had just been Her Thing... until now.

She didn't know why she was here -- actually, she did, but she didn't know exactly what she was planning to do here. She wanted to apologize, but a true apology would require the truth. And she wanted to tell the truth, and explain how it all started with a silly little lie that turned out to be all this trouble and she would take it back if she could and... but she had already spouted so many lies for what felt like so long that Evelyn just felt trapped into continuing it when a truth-telling moment arrived. But she was pretty sure bailing out on Jessie had been the shittiest move she'd ever pulled, and even if she couldn't come out with the truth that couldn't stop her from heading here after working brunch. Here. In front of Jesse's door. Right. Taking a breath, and telling herself that she was going to do this... whatever 'this' was... Evelyn knocked on the door.

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
Where: Their parents' home, Jesse's apartment
When: Mid-afternoon

Angela James grabbed a wrapped package out of the icebox as her youngest daughter donned her coat by the doorway. “I was going to deliver this to your brother today,” she said closing the icebox and meeting her daughter at the entrance, “but I think you should do it.”

Mid-way through wrapping her scarf, Evelyn paused to look down at the package. “Oh… okay,” she carefully accepted the package from her mother’s hands, glancing at her quizzically.