Therese smiled again. “It was so wonderful when you came over to me. Why did you come to me?”
Carol waited. “For such a dull reason. Because you were the only girl not busy as hell. You didn’t have a smock either, I remember.”
Therese burst out laughing. Carol only smiled, but she looked suddenly like herself, as she had been in Colorado Springs, before anything had happened. All at once, Therese remembered the candlestick in her handbag.
Therese looked at Carol’s hand, the thumb and the tip of the middle finger resting on the thin rim of the candlestick, as she had seen Carol’s fingers on the saucers of coffee cups in Colorado, in Chicago, and places forgotten. Therese closed her eyes.
“I love you,” Carol said.