alternative freak

I couldn’t believe what happened today. Imogen Markham knocked on the door at about twelve, before I knew it Andrew had brought her into the sitting room. At first I thought that she’d come to have a go at me about being at the funeral, but she didn’t mention it for ages, she sort of sat there for a bit. I asked her how she was and she just said “odd”.
Then I started blabbering on like a fool about how I was sorry if I had intruded and that I hadn’t meant to disturb her. Then I ran out of steam, particularly because she was just sitting there staring at me with her big eyes.
She said, “I just thought you’d come because you were sorry.”
And I said, “I am.”
Then we sat there for a bit longer and I asked her if she wanted to watch a film. We had to watch one of Claire’s crappy teen romancy type films, but we just sat there and watched it and then she said she had to go. Then she came up and hugged me and I didn’t know what to do so I hugged her back and then she said “thanks” and she was gone. I feel terrible because it’s really worrying me that she came round to talk about it and that I was my usual crap self and didn’t help at all.