Mimi can’t help but snort. So Ella. But on the tail of the momentary amusement comes a rush of anger: come to terms?
The silence is thicker than the congealed mass of leftover syrup on Shoshana’s plate.
“This — I didn’t plan it,” Mimi blurts. She looks at Shoshana’s stricken face, then Ella’s stony one. “I mean, I did, we did plan to meet, separately that is, but I didn’t mean for everyone to end up meeting together…”
She’s making it worse.
Shoshana grabs her bag. “I’m going,” she says, looking devastatingly close to tears.
“No, wait, you should stay,” Mimi says automatically. The others are quiet. Too quiet.
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