>>19177220After the door slams behind her, Colby Jefferson walks from the apartment to a dive bar a few blocks away. Her head is swimming with conflicting feelings, but most of all, a fury and helplessness that she can see what is about to happen to her sister Carmody, but is powerless to stop it. Carmody cannot be protected from herself, and Priscilla's mercy and seeming fondness for her will only last so far. Her own nagging injuries have been slowly healing--she hasn't wrestled since the match against Miss USA on September 12--and she should be plotting her own return to the ring. But she can't get her mind off of the swirling medley of feelings: dread, frustration, a bit of jealousy, and plenty of fear, to say the least. Pride, perhaps a bit?
If Carmody had only stayed home and never come to Spaghetti Town, everything would be fine right now.
Colby blinks and shakes her head. She orders a comically large glass of beer, the better to sit and stare into the liquid while letting her mind wander and the din of the bar create distracting noise all around her.
