There was a door knock. He wasn't expecting anyone… Never. He just recently got home, and didn't even change his clothes. He was still wearing the same swety, grass stained shirt he was when he got home. The one person he thought could be, wouldn't want to see him now.

He walked towards the door, and was surprised by what he hear. The line, was the same as if it really were Marty. But the voice… The voice was was a little hight pitched, not much. But the line, the line was the same:

"Damn Rust! Open the door,I know you're in there!"

He rushed his pace to the door and open it, even though he saw her on the other side, he was having trouble believing she was there. Sarah, Marty's older daughter. She's so different from the other two girls. So much of Marty rubed off on the first kid, apparently the two following ones were going to be all Maggie. That wasn't a bad thing for them. Two stubborn Marty-Hart-like people was enough to have in one house.

"Hey…" She said "Can I..?" And pointed to the inside of the house. Rust just steps aside an she gets in. He feels, somehow, the right thing to do was to have closed the while telling her to leave. But he didn't. Instead, he has a hand in the door knob and eyes on her, while she takes a discrete, and trying very hard not to be judgmenta,l look around his almost empty house.

She glances back at him and at the open door.

"Do you want me to leave?"

People almost never get a second chance of doing the right thing. This was a second chance right there… And he did what every human been does in such circumstances: Screwed it up.

Almost as if his arms weren't been controlled by him, he pushes the door shut. Walks toward her, but not to her. The apartment seems so much emptier with her there. Much because she didn't belong there. She belonged to her living room, helping the baby sisters with home work. Belonged to her kitchen, helping her mother with the countless dinners over the year, while he watched her grow. Belonged to her silver ringed glasses she was wearing when open the door to him earlier this same day. And wore again when brought him lemonade in the back yard.

She was sun flushed and that said something to Rust, he just couldn't figure out what. He passed right by her and went to the kitchen. She followed him and sat in a chair by the kitchen counter.

"I'm here to apologize by the asshole your partner is" She said emphasizing the word asshole

"You shouldn't talk about your father like this…" Rust responded without been startled by that.

"I'm not talking about my father. I'm talking about your partner… They are two different people that sometimes get confused…"

Rust open the refrigerator and grabs as boxed orange juice and puts in front of her with a glass. She looks at it with some amusement mixed with feeling offended.

"Fuck you, Rust!" That was her father, right there! "What do you want, to see my ID?"

He saw her drinking before, just didn't felt right to give her a beer. He puts back the juice box, gets two beers and hands her one.

She uses her shirt to help opening the bottle. He realizes she uses one over sized Pink Floyd white shirt. It has grass stains on it matching his own. He start putting together the picture of what happened after Marty told him to leave. She continues.

"My father loves his family. Too much… And sometimes, the only way he knows how to show this love, it's been the asshole partner I know you have."

"You don't have to apologize for him."

"I'm not." She says drinking straight from the bottle. It's been ages since he saw a woman doing this. "You seem like a guy who needs answers, I'm giving you answers."

"I had those answers."

"I could imagine that too." She took a long sip in the beer.

He had already figured it all out. After he left, Marty started getting rid of the grass. And she went to the back yard to help. And also to say that her father was been an inconsiderate asshole. He yelled at her, she yelled back. And she got angry. Her face was flushed of sun and anger. She got angry every time people don't listen to her. She was thought by her father to make herself be heard. And when this same man could not be reasonable and listen to what she had to say, she got fucking pissed.

He could smell the freshly cutted grass on her. And the beer in her breath when she said:

"You need help…" That was it, he needed help. The truest unfinished sentence she could have said.

"I don't want help." He answered before she could go on

"Did I said you wanted help? I'm saying that you need it! And, my mother was being nice with you. As were all of us… And then Detective Marty Hart makes a scene…" She nods her head.

He looks at her. She has a strong grip on the neck of her beer. Maybe she also needed help. She needed vent with someone who wasn't on her father's side.

"You still need help…" She said smiling and drinking the beer.

"Is that why you're here?" Rust asks trying to figure out what she really was saying.

She laughed.

"Fuck no! You need professional help. I'm not here to fix you…"

"Like a psychiatrist?"

She shrugged "At least until it prescribes you something good…" She was joking, but he could not tell for sure. "Maybe you can just talk to somebody who has high tolerance to your kind of crazy."

"I tried to talk to my partner…" He drank his beer

"Yeah? How was that like?"

"Something tells me you know…"

"A little much too well." Said Sarah

"And what do you do in this case?" Rust was trying to turn the subject to her

"Find someone I can share a beer with…"

"And that's why you are here?"

"Maybe…" She finished her beer and put it over the counter

Rust didn't like been surprised. So he wasn't sure how to react when Sarah was in front of him and he could taste the beer in her lips and tongue. He grabbed her by her by the arms and pushed her apart slowly while lifting from the chair…

"Sal… You should go."

"No I shouldn't… You need this…" She pressed her body against his "We need this."

"Sarah, I end up hurting people who get too close" He said without pushing her this time

"I don't care…"

He pushed her against the fridge. Her skin tasted like sun burnt and the warmth of the day. She had little specks of grass in her belly. He tasted her skin while she grabbed his hair. He could hear her breathing and the house felt warm for the first time.

She was wearing shorts, that soon were on the floor with his shirt. He pressed his body against her back, and her body against the kitchen counter. There was some difference of height that she tried to overcome by standing in the tip of her toes. When he first could feel the inside of her body, he moaned against her shoulder blades, and she suffocates a scream. Her arms are spread to the front and she claws the marble counter. She feels his body around and inside her, and he's intense. One of his hands is tangled in her hair and he pulls towards him. He is quiet, she didn't thought it would be different… But she can't no longer be quiet. She moans and cry out for him "Cohle!". Her body waved under his, and his name out of her lips was all he could take… As he came, he pressed her even harder against him. She breaths deeply and moans one last time. He moves a little back, and gives her room to move. She turns to him. His head hangs low. She reaches for his chin, and makes eye contact. His eyes are filled with worries, but hers are fulfilled and satisfied.

"No regrets…" She says "That was not the point of this"

She pulls his head over her chest. He can feel her heart pound trough. He don't want to let be carried away by this. But he close his eyes and the sound soothes him…