How could anyone who’d been in any way traumatized be so bright and cheerful? I watched her face as she turned to Maya, lifting her hands to illustrate some new joke she was making, scanning for hints. But there was nothing. Just her, all smirks and eye rolls and wisecracks. The picture of ordinary happiness.
This is it. The last moment Suzanne gets to just be Suzanne, before her traumas are laid bare to her friends and you, the reader. It's all downhill from here. Sorry, Suze.
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