“S hifra?!”
She stood there looking better than ever. Glossy hair the sort of wing-tip eyeliner that I never dare try and shoes that looked like they cost as much as Susanna’s diamond but her mouth so straight so stressed.
She walked past me and threw herself on the couch. Drama much? What was up? Wasn’t she still fuming at me after the shower debacle?
“I know I’m supposed to be mad at you — and I am ” she started. “But really I know that it’s not you it was the situation the environment the everything was not for you what could I really expect… well I tried to prevent it but you wanted it.” She was rambling. “But whatever I need you so even though you owe me a huge apology and I’m sure you’ll do it eventually and of course I’ll accept but in the meantime I need you.”
She looked me in the eye. What was going on?
