(She glances back toward the kitchen when Beverly doesn't immediately follow her over and catches her looking. For a moment, she holds her gaze. There's a lot behind Beverly's weighty stare that she doesn't know any more and it's strange to realise that a part of her has become unfamiliar. It makes sense, she has a lot to tell Lucretia. But Lucretia still feels a little twinge of unease when she comes to sit.
Unsure whether or not to touch her, she simply lets her hand rest between them on the couch. Let Beverly take it, if she likes.)
How about from where you left off? When you came here for the first time, I mean.
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Unsure whether or not to touch her, she simply lets her hand rest between them on the couch. Let Beverly take it, if she likes.)
How about from where you left off? When you came here for the first time, I mean.