He was leaving already? Oh... all right. More sake for her.
The scintillation of a starry night hopped down from the counter top she was gardened at like a deathwhite rose carefully dropped upon the gravestone of a doomed beloved. She wondered why he was leaving so early, when she'd just opened the sake... there weren't any glasses really anyway, only little orange plastic dinosaur cups she'd stole from Pierce. The ritual in sign language only half suggesting in the cross-grained stitch of evilSally's addled mind that she might have assumed wrong.
Having burst the ghostflavored bubble of the threshold she strode over to him all prowl and phantom jaunt. He could fix it, right? There was unfortunately sentimental value in the abused spouse, and even a sentimental bone left in her body (arguably a rib.) that wanted it back. There was only one thing she knew how to say in sign language, and it was because there was a deaf anorexic kid in the horrorhospital when she was forced there.