Joana

"I brought you some snacks!" She said, plonking down a pitcher of lemonade and a plate of cookies.

Her shirt was doing a lot of work trying to keep her chest within. There was a certain desperation in the way she moved but it was clear she had no interest in acknowledging it. While there were photos of her husband on the walls and cabinets along with her step-children, in all your time knowing her you'd never seen him around the house.

"So, tell me how you became such good friends with my daughter?" she asked while sitting in the comfortable chair across from you and crossing her legs.