[Susan leaned forward, closing the space between the laminate counter and each other. Confident that for once in a long time, she did not smell of alcohol, but of mouthwash and perhaps a bagel.]
I just wanted to know... why.
[Why Molly had stolen Rerun. Why she had thought Susan was not worthy of him, why she hated Susan. Why their friendship had deteriorated, and why she had known exactly what Susan was going to want to drink before asking. Any of those questions would work, and she wouldn't have minded an answer to them all.]