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yes. His mouth remained shut. ' you know by whom?' she asked, very, very quietly.
    "You shouldn't have come, Sabrina.' ' there anything you can prove?" Straightening in his seat, he ran a hand around the back of his neck.
    "Christ, it's hot in here.' ' ...' ' did you come?, he asked. Page 11
    Barbara Delinsky - Commitments
    His eyes, his nose, the faint curl of his lips, the rigidity of his jaw
    - all radiated anger. Her gaze held his for a moment before sliding toward st guard, who was looking direct -ly at theml @'making no bones about eavesdropping. Sabrina! there was little they could do to change that, but'@ her on the hot seat in yet another respect. did you come?' he repeated tightly. ' it was -argue my case, you're wasting your time. My lawyer. developed an ulcer doing just that.' %She pressed damp palms to her skirt. ''m not a! e I wouldn't know what to do.' r. why are you here? Is ii@ curiosity?' IN 0. Tity 2 0. sarcasm gave his voice a brittle edge. ' can't believe s are so slow in Newyork that you've comehere, a little innocent socializing.' I rk 5:@@-Her hand returned to her arm and began to knead O. Mat same spot just above the elbow. ', Derek ... -Then it m ust be the old do-gooder instinct." fno.' Why am I here? Because you understood. ' s in the neighborhood - ."Jhe punishing glance he shot her was an effective -off.
    "Not an original line/ he snapped. ''ve heard it ' from my glib ex-colleagues who've traipsed out re looking for a scoop,'and it doesn't hold water. kersville is in the middle of nowhere - par for the urse for prisons.' ' homes for the severely retarded/ Sabrina added ith her chin tipped a fraction higher. Forthrightness emed her only weapon
    -against the bitterness she d. ''ve been in Vermont visiting a residential nter that may be suitable for my son. Parkersville as along the way. It seemed a waste to be so close Vand not stop.' Derek's mask slipped, and she knew that in some fashion or other she'd reached him. She didn't know whether he would question her about the child, didn't know whether he'd give half a damn, what with the horror of his own life. He had every right to tell her to take herself and her problems through the nearest set Of bars and leave him alone. But he didn't. His tone mellowed. It didn't exactly warm, but it lost its caustic edge. ' is he?' She swallowed. '? Fine. Uh, okay.' '
    look exhausted/ he said even more quietly. ' that what "okay" is doing to you?' ''s more than a full-time job.' She studied her thumb as it tugged at her palm. Head bowed, she allowed for the flicker of a frown.
    "Your story was good, Derek. I watched that first airing. I wanted to tell you, but somehow ...' She gave a vague shrug. ' passed. I had other worries. You had other worries.' Frowning more deeply, she turned her head and whispered, ', that sinells awful.' Derek followed her line of sight along an acrid trail to the nearby duo who were smoking up a storm. ' rest of the world is giving it up. Not here. It's something to do, something to look forward to. No one cares if we kill ourselves.' Sabrina's head came around sharply. We. it didn't seem right that he should be one of them. She didn't see him as a criminal. But he did identify with the prison population. She was trying to figure out how closely when his scar caught her eye. Like Hester Prynne's scarlet letter or the mark of Cain, Derek had his scar. Its jagged edge disrupted the line of his face. Its color was that of subdued anger. It was the intrusion of violence into civility. It was symbolic of a nadir in his life. upset her. She felt an urgent need to touch it, to n it, to wipe it clean. Riding on that impulse, she a hand - but seconds shy of the contact, she Derek's eyes had darkened to broadcast a Danger. Do not touch. Curling her fingers a fist, she dropped the fist to her lap. y am I here? Because you understood, and I ted to talk ... the rest of
    -the prison as hot as this?' she blurted ostly., e looked around at the others