19

A FEW HOURS LATER

Molly visited Andra in the apartment. They sat down in the living room, chatting.

“I feel like I’m visiting my sister in her marital home.” She said. “It sure feels like it.”

Andra rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She said, indifferent about Molly’s feelings.

Her demeanor did little to douse Molly’s curiosity about how everything was going.

“So how are you guys getting to know each other? I mean, how is it going?”

Andra could not hide her shock at Molly’s question.

“What?” Molly asked, seeing the unbelieving look on Andra’s face. “I want to know. You cannot blame me for that.” She defended.

“Still, I am appalled at your question.”

“And why is that?”

“Because we just moved in,” Andra replied. “And frankly, I have no intention of getting to know that stranger.”

“Fine.” Molly gave up trying to persuade her to say something along her line of thought. She checked her phone as it buzzed with a message. Upon checking, she sighed. “Useless network messages.” She said, disgruntle