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phoning home [RP for Lee]
standing in the elevator
After three hellish days in detox, Abby is finally feeling well enough, relatively speaking, to settle into a routine of sorts at the inpatient rehab center she's checked herself into. Throughout the detox process, throughout the tremors, nausea, debilitating headaches, and insomnia, all she's thought of (other than having a drink) is Lee and Lily. She's cried more than she'd ever admit, missing her husband and daughter and home almost to the point that she feels it physically. She almost regrets saying she needs to do this alone, but knows she'd never be able to do it if this wasn't her decision and hers alone.

But she still needs them. More than she's ever admitted to herself before. She takes a shower, subconsciously wanting to be fresh and clean for her first allowed phonecall after a successful completion of the detox process. She makes her way from her room to the main floor where she waits, impatiently, for her allotted time slot to begin.

When she finally gets on the phone, she freezes for a moment, her fingers forgetting what to do, what numbers to dial. When she shakes herself and dials the familiar numbers of Lee's phone, she can feel her heart banging around in her chest. What can he think of her now? Maybe he won't even want to talk to her. Maybe he's relieved to be rid of her and the mess she's made of her life. She wouldn't blame him, and she can feel her palms sweating as she listens to the phone ring.

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Lee shrugs again. When she brought Lily home, she was paint free.

Must have had a bath then...She looks at Lee. So what's with the artistic Neela? You're not giving her enough work, she's taking up new hobbies?

He scratches the back of his neck, coughs. She's dating an artist.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. She is? Who? Since when?

Lee has to actually think about it, and he still can't pin down specifics. Um...a while. I met him once. Seems nice. British guy.

She nods, an expectant look on her face. And....Does he have a name? Where'd she meet him?

He gives Abby a look like she's nuts. Do I look like one of her girlfriends to you? I don't know. Blane, Blake...Bob...something.

She arches an eyebrow. You don't need to be a girlfriend to catch the guy's name, do you?

Blane, Blake...something. He offers again, it's the best he can do.

She sighs. Find out for me? She hates that she feels like she can't call Neela and ask herself.

He furrows his brow and shakes his head. No. I'm not going to ask her about the guy, she's your best friend.

Aren't you friends with her, too? She counters.

Sure. He shrugs then holds up a hand. But there are things we just don't talk about.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. I'm sorry...I can't do this for you. With her, I mean. Whatever the problem is that's keeping you from talking to her, honey, you need to find a way to solve it.

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