“How do we let you know when we are done?” Cassandra asked. “Do we just leave? Should we call you?”
“Or play another song,” added Drew.
“You will know what to do when the lesson is over.”
He extended a cordial nod to the group and smiled, visibly relaxed. “Best of luck with what finds you here this afternoon.”
A single click punctuated his departure.
Drew went to the door and checked the knob. “Locked.”
Mar went to the bar and made tea for herself and Sabrina while Cassandra went to the south window and called Ryan. She tried awkwardly to explain and placate him but was continually cut off. Short apologies parsed longer and longer silences, and the others tried not to listen.
“I love you,” she eventually whispered and hung up.
Sabrina took the phone from her and gave her a hug.
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