I smile back at her. She tosses me a dish towel. “I think it’s a little late for this,” I say. “The damage is done. There’s water dripping down my—” “Hey, Whoa! I don’t need to know that,” she cuts in, and then, her eyes find the tile floor. “And I’m sorry for what I said in there.” “What did you say in there?” She shakes her head. “No. About what I didn’t say.” I stare. I’m not sure what she means. She looks up. “I didn’t say out loud that we were friends.” Ah. I shrug. “No big deal.” But then, she gets quiet. “We were friends, weren’t we?” I hold her gaze for several seconds, but before I
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