“Don’t you dare laugh, Amanda.”
“I’m not laughing.”
“Your face is laughing.”
“Unfortunately, my face doesn’t always consult me before expressing an opinion.”
Andrew coughed into his hand.
Kayla pointed at him.
“And you! Don’t think this is funny.”
“I’m not laughing,” he said.
“Your eyes are.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ll have a word with them.”
I lost the battle and laughed.
For the first time in days, the tension in the kitchen broke, if only for a moment.
Then Kayla looked down at the phone again.
Her voice became sharper.
“You can’t throw me out because I wore a towel.”
Andrew’s smile disappeared.
“I’m not throwing you out because you wore a towel.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
I stepped forward.
“Because staying here was supposed to help you get back on your feet. It wasn’t supposed to become a permanent arrangement where none of us could talk honestly about what was happening.”
