"I'll get more." She sat at the end of the sofa facing him with her legs crossed Indian-style. The glass was cradled in both hands as she thought about his words. In the weeks he'd been gone she'd thought of dozens of things to say to him and now couldn't think of one.
"They were mostly nice but I'm pretty sure they thought I was simple minded. I talked to Andy a little but he might still be mad at me. We had words after you disappeared."
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