Re: Dining room interaction.
"I'm your best friend," Ellie said, still pouting, her voice sulky. "I'm your best friend. If that's true then how come you've got no idea how I feel?"
She cleared her throat and looked Laura dead in the eye. "I just want you to understand," she began, then stopped. How could she expect Laura to understand what she didn't fully understand herself? "You're my favorite," she finished weakly, willing Laura to just get it.