Re: The Widow/The Nothing
Her attention, when they slid into the seat across from her, was on the piano that took center stage in the car, though her expression was far away and distant, her mind a million miles away from the here and now. Only the sound of them sitting, the shift of the chair across the floor, drew here back to the present, and brown eyes blinked at him from behind the netted veil that fell across her face.
She wasn't really in the mood for conversation, or company, or people, but efforts had to be made in the face of civility, even in this time of grief. "How is the evening finding you?" she asked, fingers folding in front of her atop the small table they now shared. "We're certainly going nowhere fast enough, I suppose." It was an inconvenience, this halt in their journey. Though it was rather fitting when she thought about it. She was in no hurry to get to where she needed to be, and if she had her way about things, she would simply avoid it all together. It was perfectly providential.