Rose nodded sympathetically. Susan had told her and every time Rose thought about it, a tight feeling of discomfort and hurt on her friend’s behalf appeared in the pit of her stomach. It made her swallow down, until Susan reached that point. “Eddie’s always looking at you,” she snorted. “You can’t mean you haven’t noticed that. I’d be amazed if you’d ever actually seen his eyes, and not just his eyelids, you know?”
Leaning back in her chair, Rose let Susan jabber on, figuring that since there was no really good solution to this situation at least she could listen while Susan talked. And she was listening, although just as she knocked back the shot that had she had just been poured, Susan chose to reveal the one thing that had Rose choke on her drink. “What?” she croaked, her eyes watering with the strong liquor burning in her throat. “Helga’s tits, Sue, what kind of feelings are we talking, and please, please tell me that it’s the lust based version we’re talking about.”