"I…uh…thank you, Greenlee." Bianca blinks her eyes to stop any tears.

"Yeah, well…let’s eat."

Dinner was take-out, gourmet take out, but take out nonetheless.
If you knew Greenlee Dupree, you knew she didn’t cook. They eat in
relative silence except for some small talk about Maggie and even
some about Leo. Bianca helps Greenlee to clear the mess and they
retire back to the couch with coffee. Bianca waits as Greenlee seems
intent to study the pattern on the couch cushions instead of
talking. Finally, Greenlee looks up at Bianca with a deep sadness in
her eyes.

"Please Greenlee, tell me what is going on. I want to help." Bianca
sets her coffee down.

"I don’t think anyone can not even the great Bianca." Greenlee lets
her head hang.

"You just don’t know what I can do," Bianca smiles.

"Okay, oh great one….let me tell you what I did then." Greenlee looks
away, "I used Kendall in a horrible way. I…oh…Leo would be so
ashamed and you she’s your sister no matter what else…" Greenlee
trembles a little, "I had just talked to a therapist about losing Leo
on the suggestion of a friend and Kendall came in on the tail end of
it, but I didn’t know that. She heard me say that I was mad at Leo
for how he died. She heard more than she should have, but all she
did was take it as I screamed at her, yelled and vented at her about
no one really offering me comfort. The next thing I know she has me
wrapped up in her arms and is offering me such comfort. I…I f-felt
safe, warm, cared about….for the first time in months…" Greenlee
pauses taking a deep, shaky breath.

"I think I understand, Greenlee and Leo could never be ashamed of
you…" Bianca tries to sympathize.

"NO…he would…you haven’t heard it all…and I am loathe to tell you,
but you have to hear it all. She held me and when I looked up I saw
this look in her eyes and I just knew there was something between us…
at least I felt something. I saw this look of heavy thought as her
forehead creased deeply and I just didn’t want to see it there and I
knew I could make it go away. I knew she could make me not feel
angry that she could make me feel alive. I needed that and I knew
she could give it to me. What I didn’t know was if she would. I
played her for what I needed…wanted…and she gave it to me. She gave
me everything she had and as we….had…no, made love, I could see the
raw emotion in her eyes and I knew I had manipulated someone who
cares deeply for me without any real thought to her feelings….I used
her and she let me, because she…I think she loves me." Greenlee
feels the tracks of the tears flowing down her face.