“Are you ready to talk?”
“To you?”
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but I guess, why not?”
Charlotte managed to respond to Tasha’s smile with an almost as cheerful one then sighed. She clicked her tongue, rubbed her palm against each other then looked up at her again.
“I saw Wilson,” she said. “I saw him when he walked in and was asking about me.”
“Oh?” Rachael drew closer to her. “I had no idea. I simply told him you didn’t want to talk to him at the moment.”
“Well, that is true,” Charlotte nodded. “Thank you. I really do not want to talk to him.”
Rachael went silent for a while, doing nothing but observing her best friend closely. “Even now?”
“I don’t know, Rachael,” Charlotte replied with a sigh. “I have questions. But now I think I want to hear the answer.”
Thought it
