"Escapism..." she murmurs softly, echoing him more to process the word aloud. That sounds nice. That sounds really nice, actually. She wishes she thought she could play with them without Momma finding out and getting angry.
She realizes belatedly that he's asked her a question and she asks, "hmm?" as her brain processes it. "Oh, um...I don't know. I mostly just...read my scriptures. But I like sewing..." she offers lamely, feeling her smile start to fade with embarrassment. Boys don't like sewing and Eddie doesn't look like the Bible-reading type.
At his comment, Carrie shifts a little, looking up at him through her eyelashes, head starting to bow almost reflexively. The cognitive dissonance is almost maddening because this seems like a trick, but it doesn't feel like one. This doesn't feel like when Tommy pestered her to go to prom. It doesn't feel like any of the times the girls in gym used to goad her into laughing along with them only to snap at her to eat shit as soon as she actually did.
Maybe she's wrong; maybe he is a believer and God is telling him to take her under his wing. She opens her mouth to ask him a question and then realizes how stupid it will sound and her mouth closes again with a click of her teeth. If he is trying to trick her and she asks him what do friends do, exactly...? since Carrie has no idea, that will be his open door to humiliate her and Carrie doesn't think she can handle it if Eddie, of all people, does that to her. Instead, she goes with, "really?" and it comes out a little more nervous and wary than the playful tone she'd been trying to convey.
They're going to laugh at you, Carrie. They're all going to laugh at you.
"What about your other friends?" she asks, lowering her voice shyly. "What if they don't like me? Most people don't like me, Eddie..." she confesses, sounding more apologetic than embarrassed or hurt. She's almost numb to it at this point in her life. Almost.
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She realizes belatedly that he's asked her a question and she asks, "hmm?" as her brain processes it. "Oh, um...I don't know. I mostly just...read my scriptures. But I like sewing..." she offers lamely, feeling her smile start to fade with embarrassment. Boys don't like sewing and Eddie doesn't look like the Bible-reading type.
At his comment, Carrie shifts a little, looking up at him through her eyelashes, head starting to bow almost reflexively. The cognitive dissonance is almost maddening because this seems like a trick, but it doesn't feel like one. This doesn't feel like when Tommy pestered her to go to prom. It doesn't feel like any of the times the girls in gym used to goad her into laughing along with them only to snap at her to eat shit as soon as she actually did.
Maybe she's wrong; maybe he is a believer and God is telling him to take her under his wing. She opens her mouth to ask him a question and then realizes how stupid it will sound and her mouth closes again with a click of her teeth. If he is trying to trick her and she asks him what do friends do, exactly...? since Carrie has no idea, that will be his open door to humiliate her and Carrie doesn't think she can handle it if Eddie, of all people, does that to her. Instead, she goes with, "really?" and it comes out a little more nervous and wary than the playful tone she'd been trying to convey.
They're going to laugh at you, Carrie. They're all going to laugh at you.
"What about your other friends?" she asks, lowering her voice shyly. "What if they don't like me? Most people don't like me, Eddie..." she confesses, sounding more apologetic than embarrassed or hurt. She's almost numb to it at this point in her life. Almost.