Emily thought she was asleep. She must have been asleep. But maybe she wasn't. Not when she saw her so clearly sitting on the bed next to her, talking.
"I told you not to think about him," Crystal lit a cigarette. For the longest time all Emily could see was the glowing ember.
"I'm not thinking about him," Emily wasn't thinking of anyone.
"Oh, yes you are," Crystal said. "I can feel it."
"No you can't," Emily was wide awake. "You don't know. You don't know how I feel about Rosco."
"You want him back and you can't have him," Crystal told her. "Wouldn't he make you think of Gordy, and you know how that would end."
"Stop it." Emily wasn't going to melt into tears. She was not. She would be tougher than that.
"I think you've lost weight." She then told Crystal.
"I didn't have any to gain." She puffed on her cigarette. "Really, you should try it. Might ward off the urge to get into your Mom's M&M jar." Crystal handed over the cigarette to Emily who took a drag.
Yes, it helped. She couldn't let what was left of her eyeliner bleed.
"You know what else I noticed?" Crystal grinned. "Andy wants you."
"No, he doesn't," Emily hated this talk. Crystal always told her this kind of crap. "He's perfectly happy with Rachel."
"Perfectly? Think again. The poor boy was forced against his will to marry her. And the girl has no ass. He was looking at yours. He wants your ass, Em." Crystal laughed wickedly.
"I don't want him."
"Think about it." Crystal took back the cigarette.
"You want Andy. I don't want Andy." Emily knew. Yes, she knew. "I'm stronger than you. I'll always be stronger than you."
"You don't have to be a bitch about it." Crystal blew smoke in her face. "You're so damn bitchy. Nobody will ever want you." And with that she faded into the dark.
Emily's throat was so dry. She was in a sweat. She needed water. Lots of water. She reached for her lamp on the night stand. There was a cigarette burning in her bed.