“Dad told me no.”
“I heard.”
“I thought he was bluffing.”
“He wasn’t.”
“No.”
She laughed softly.
“I stayed with Cara. Then Molly.”
“I heard some of that.”
“They both kicked me out.”
“Why?”
“Because apparently I’m difficult.”
I raised an eyebrow.
She looked at me.
“Don’t enjoy this too much.”
“I’m trying.”
That actually made her smile.
Then the smile disappeared.
“I got the dental job because I needed a pay stub for an apartment.”
“Okay.”
“I hated it.”
“Past tense?”
“I still work there.”
I laughed.
She rolled her eyes.
“But now I’m office coordinator.”
“That’s good.”
She looked strangely proud.
“I got promoted.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
Silence again.
Then she said, “I’m sorry.”
I watched her carefully.
“For?”
Her face tightened.
I could see the instinct to become defensive.
Then she exhaled.
“For throwing the shoe.”
I waited.
“For what I said afterward.”
