Andrea’s living room is still as welcoming as ever. As Austin and I go in, I don’t detect any cigarette smell. Though it’s Jake who opens the door for us… And I notice even the presence of some of his things on Andrea’s furniture.
“Hi Jake! Tell me… Have you completely quit smoking?”
“Indeed. If not, the consequences are terrible.”
Just then, Andrea comes out of the kitchen. She puts on a theatrical voice. “Terrible, yes! He’s already nearly been whipped.” Andrea hugs Austin. I’m pleased with their hug. The several months of coldness between Andrea and Austin were worrying.
He may have forgiven his sister, but she was avoiding him. I understand her: she had nothing to blame herself for, except loving Jake. I’m even more relieved by the straightforward handshake between Austin and Jake.
