FAYE
By the time everyone had settled into the living room, the conversation was already moving easily.
Drinks had been passed around, and people had taken whichever seats were closest. I was sitting beside Alexander on the couch, while Irene had taken the chair across from us. Jeffrey sat next to her, relaxed but attentive, quietly taking in the rhythm of the room.
Irene and I had already slipped into one of our usual conversations.
It always happened when we got together. Somehow we’d start with something simple and end up laughing over something from months ago within minutes.
“I still can’t believe you actually said that to him,” Irene said, leaning back in her seat and shaking her head with a grin.
“He deserved it,” I replied.
“You told an elder he looked like he needed a nap.”
