It was so obvious. Marie Anne might have been uttering words with her mouth, but her body could never lie. She wouldn’t look me in the eyes, her gaze would be shifty and she would definitely try to effortlessly steer the conversation away from the topic I wanted to know the most, what was going on with Ben. Why wasn’t he here?
“I’m happy you got me the socks.” A meek smile appeared on my lips. I knew she was doing her best to not tell me anything. Her lips were sealed and she was doing everything other than to try to talk to me. Her straw-yellow wavy hair bounced energetically with every move she made. Right now it was as jumpy as her.
“Are you done?” Michael appeared in the door after a few insistent knocks.
“Yes. I think we are good to go.” I replied, gathering my belongings. They wer
