[During that time, Veronica considers calling Archie. It would be right, wouldn't it? But she can't bring herself to do it. Another secret. In this case, it's likely to remain nothing more than that. The whole ordeal is ... well, it's been almost an hour. She still hasn't adjusted.
She offers Cheryl a smile—the type that's strained, like she's unsure how to feel. And then she motions for her to join her on the loveseat that's not far from their fireplace.]
Come. Sit. We'll worry about drinks in a bit. [They could both probably use one.
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She offers Cheryl a smile—the type that's strained, like she's unsure how to feel. And then she motions for her to join her on the loveseat that's not far from their fireplace.]
Come. Sit. We'll worry about drinks in a bit. [They could both probably use one.
In a bit.]