Chapter Twenty-Seven
Faye
I barge into Ida’s house like a whirlwind because I don’t know what to do with myself. “Before we talk about anything else, I need to tell you that—” It’s only when I really look at Ida that I see she’s been crying. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I was having a diva moment.” I don’t know whether to walk over to her and give her a hug or keep my distance—maybe play it safe for now and stay away. “How did it go with Leslie?”
“Turns out she knew all along.” There’s only a hint of Ida’s famous smile on display tonight. “She was just waiting for me to tell her.”
“That’s good news, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s just… look, Faye, I know we need to talk about ‘us’, whatever that may be, but I need a friend tonight more than anything.”
“I’m here for you, Ida.” Friend sounds good.
