(Lena)
Diane was at the kitchen counter when I walked in.
She had a glass of water in her hand and her phone on the counter beside her. She looked up when she heard me and took one look at my face.
Then she looked at her phone.
"That was quick," she said.
I looked at her.
"Don't," I said.
"I'm just noting the time."
"Diane."
"Eleven forty two," she said. "For the record."
I leaned against the counter and said nothing.
Diane set her glass down and looked at me with complete patience.
"I did all the work to get you in that man's arms," she said. "I excused myself. I went to the kitchen. I gave you time and space and a completely empty room."
"I know what you did."
"And you still came back down here looking like that."
"Like what?"
She waved her hand in my general direction.
