The question hovered in the air between them, patient and inescapable.
Alice looked at the door.
Suzy followed her gaze. "Don't worry." She crossed the room, the click of her slippers deliberate on the hardwood, and laid her hand flat against the wood. "Locked." She turned back, her hands slipping casually into her pockets. "Conversations flow so much better without… interruptions."
Alice didn't know what to think or feel in that monent.
"Now," Suzy continued, walking back and perching herself neatly on the arm of an armchair, legs crossed at the ankle. Her posture was all polished, unnerving confidence. "We can do this whichever way makes you more comfortable. You can finish freshening up first, and then we chat…" She lifted a hand, palm open, as though weighing two equally pleasant options. "…or we can chat now, and you can finish up later. Personally, I find honesty is less exhausting when you don't delay it."
