She stood outside the door for a few seconds, waiting for it to open and to be greeted like she was supposed to be. When that didn't happen, Matilda puffed up in annoyance and pushed forward through the door. What a gentleman Evan Rosier was. It was probably that child he had been dating, ruining all of his good social skills and manners. Matilda wondered when he would get over the little girl, but it seemed to be a lost cause, getting Evan to listen to any word of advice she might have for him.
"You know, I don't think I'm going to allow you to have any of this cake," she said snootily, placing it on one of the long tables of the entrance way. Matilda pulled off her scarf and lazily hung it on a hanger, taking her time with removing her jacket and other winter wear. If Evan was going to be rude and not even say hello, then she was going to torture him with an elongated visit.
Not that anyone should find her visits torturous, but Matilda knew how to intentionally over welcome her stay.
She finally spotted him at the piano, and Matilda stood in the doorway of the room for a moment to examine him. Something was not right with Evan, she could tell that immediately, and it wasn't the typical broodiness she was used to seeing from the man. No, something seriously wrong had occurred, and the look on his face reminded her of John, on those nights where he would come home from things so terrible he could not bear to look at her. Matilda felt her heart clench and she looked at the ground before taking the few steps toward the piano and sitting delicately on the bench beside Evan.
"Tell me," she softly demanded, her eyes boring into the side of Evan's face.
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