Cindy guided her to the second armchair facing the sofa, which matched the one Lynn was sitting in, and Roy poured her a cup of coffee from the pot in the center of the table. It was no longer steaming hot and his hands shook so hard a lot of it landed on the marble table top, but no one commented. Cindy just used a paper tissue to wipe it off. The silence was so thick with pain, Lynn had trouble drawing a full breath.
“Did you know Jake, the filmmaker?” Lynn asked, needing to break the silence with work or it would suck her in like a whirlwind and never let go.
Cora nodded. “I met him once. Shanna had the biggest crush on him. An obsession, really. But he had a girlfriend and I told her she should lay off. “She got so mad at me for saying that. It was like the final straw.”
“The final
