The hardest thing Susan had to do on that island, I'm convinced, wasn't facing immunity challenges or battling hunger and boredom: It was coming to terms with that pathological contrarian, Kelly the one colleague who coulda, mighta been a pal. A gal pal. For a brief island minute, remember, Sue nurtured the hope that Kelly might salve the loneliness left by the long-ago death of a close friend. And speaking of her yearning and grief, the tough chick had wept. Hers was an expression of emotion as direct as Richard's shtick was suspect and the power of her bitterness made her shockingly eloquent.
That Kelly turned out to be an untrustworthy operator may have hurt Susan, but I hope she doesn't feel ashamed of her instinct, or her desire. Kelly is a callow girl. Sue is an adult who understands how the world works. In fact, I think beneath her rough Valkyrie exterior there's a warm, playful woman who knows that although it's important to make her own luck in this world, it's equally important to have someone to lean on. Her big-bear husband, Tim, looks like he's up to the assignment.
And I suspect that, million dollars or no, Susan's experience in
distinguishing real friends from false will come in real handy
as she drives her truck down life's road, ya know?
Lisa Schwarzbaum
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