She wants me to tell her I’m sorry, Mary guessed.
Liza slouched forwards and locked her hands behind her knees. “It’s just… well, you know.” She shrugged.
She couldn’t verbalise what she really wanted to say. That she liked it here. That she felt safe and for the first time ever she felt at home. “It ain’t so bad here,” she mumbled.
Mary snorted again, accompanied this time by a little shake of the head.
She thinks this is nice? The sheer ignorance of such a naive comment dumbfounded Mary. She let the silence hang between them. She was extremely tempted to point out a few facts about ‘nice’. She just about managed to resist, for the sake of what was left of their friendship.
“Don’t worry so!” she said instead. She was looking at Liza now, but Liza was refusing to look back. “Jake’ll
