Tisaanah drew the curtain closed without looking away from me. “It smells very bad, too,” she observed. Despite myself, a smile twitched at my mouth. Tactful as always. Sometimes I wondered if I should be insulted that I never got any of that saccharine charm that she produced for everyone else, but I’d come to realize that this was really the greater compliment. No counting her dancing steps with me.
nada!
