Sheri in "Good People"
Good People But It's Narrated For Sheri Sheri sat on the picnic table with her elbows bent atop her knees, attempting to inhale the tranquil air of the park. The willow trees swayed as the cool breeze ruffled her clean-pressed shirt, and swayed her clean, blonde hair. She was surprised she could still smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair, she couldn’t remember when she last washed it. Lane Dean always liked the way she smelled. Sheri knew this, and never forgot about it. On this day too, she knew he was searching for that smell. Searching for something sweet, and familiar. Something he could hold on to while his world shook. He was subliminally inhaling harder than one would to simply breathe. Maybe he was just trying to slow his heart down. Sheri couldn’t tell, and she knew this was a problem. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, attempting to rationalize and pray at the same time. She was “good people”, as Lane Dean’s mother had put it once. Sheri could n