“Let me just arrange this properly,” she murmured. I heard the fabric shifting and settling. “There we are.”
I glanced back over my shoulder at her. “Is it good?”
She looked up at me and she smiled, and I swear to you it was a warm smile, a real one, or what I took for one.
“Perfect,” she said.
I would not
understand what Barbara had actually just done to me until I was halfway down that aisle.
The music started.
The doors opened.
