THE ART

Sarah stared at her as if she understood what exactly she was feeling. “Sometimes people just want someone to guide them to let go a little and be friendly; I’m glad you persuaded me to go on this trip”

Phoebe stood up and followed sarah back to the bed and sat down next to her. “I think so too. I have bottled up so many things for so long that actually it made me heavy.”

Phoebe looked up at her and then saw that Sarah had got up and was standing beside her tentatively reaching out to place her hand on Phoebe’s arm, she then squeezed Phoebe’s hand. “Why do you always load it all on to yourself, you have friends, relatives who will support you and help.”

Phoebe examined the woman’s slender hand resting in her own, and a lump rose in Phoebe’s throat. “I know,” she whispered. “And now I’m realizing that It is alright for people to be there for you, to be needed, to help.”

Sarah looked at her pleasantly and her eyes said it all, yes she understood wha
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