Conclusions

It took a while for Tracy to realize that tears were running unbidden down her cheeks. She wiped at them angrily, after which she rummaged in her handbag to find a handkerchief with which she wiped her face thoroughly. Then she brought out her makeup and reapplied it, checking her face in the mirror to see how she was looking.

Satisfied with her appearance, she got out of the car, carrying the carefully wrapped present that she had bought for Becca. She would think of what to do about Josh and this mess of a situation in which she found herself later. She got to the door and knocked and after a few minutes, a sleepy-looking Becca opened the door.

“What are you doing here? Is everything alright? Emma…”

“Everything is fine, Becca. May I come in for a few minutes, please? I promise not to take too much of your time.”

“Oh, uh, sure. Come in.” Becca invited, rubbing at her eyes.

Once they got into the house and sat down, they proceeded to stare at each other, both of them not knowing