Violet stopped in front of Constance's door and listened as a baby wailed through the thick door of the condo. Though she had made plans to speak with Constance about her paper for school that day, she still felt like an intruder.
Hesitating briefly, she knocked on the door and waited for thirty seconds as the sounds of newborn cries came closer.
A harried Constance opened it. Little Lizzie's face was bright red with her cries.
"I can come back later if you need me to," Violet told her immediately, worried that this was the absolute worst time for them to be meeting about her Psych project.
Constance's pinched face relaxed and she laughed.
"Not at all," she told the younger woman. "If I waited for the perfect time when Liz wasn't either crying or eating or sleeping, we'd never have a
