nobody at the table said a word.
Audrey looked from me to the neighbors, and her face changed.
Not just anger. Something older.
“You really do enjoy this, don’t you?” she said.
I frowned. “Enjoy what?”
Her eyes locked on mine.
Her eyes locked on mine. “Pretending you have no idea what you’ve done.”
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” I asked.
Audrey laughed once, but there was nothing amused about it.
“You always did like making people feel small.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Carol shifted beside me.
I stood. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t. You never do. You make your decision, hide behind the rules, and everyone else just has to live with it.”
That word again. Rules.
I felt irritation replacing confusion.
I felt irritation replacing confusion.
“Audrey, either say what you mean or stop speaking
