I cleared my throat, surprised at the direction of this conversation. “She’s incredible,” I said, only realizing how potentially creepy that sounded once the words were out. “At accounting. Work, you know,” I stuttered like a bumbling idiot. “She’s very smart.” Sandra pursed her lips and crossed her arms. For a long moment, she scrutinized me, then dropped her arms and stepped over to the stove. “Let’s sit down.”
