Tracey's head snapped up. "How can you keep saying that? You just don't get it, do you?" She sighed in disgust. Shaking her head, she looked up and chewed her bottom lip as if she was fighting off tears. Chuckling sardonically, she didn't say anything.
Leading on, she went to the wrought iron stairs that led up to the roof. Up there was a shabby looking bench with a tiny herb garden that was shared by the tenants of the building.
Sitting on the bench, Tracey left more than enough room for Tracey.