Carol and Jim
Carol rubbed her forehead between her eyes for a moment. "I do those things as well, Jim. I'm promise I'm not entirely a workaholic." She had friends, wasn't a total invalid. Honestly, the work made her happy though. It made her feel as though she was contributing to society, maybe helping to correct some of the horror that her father than inflicted upon it.
She glanced up, waiting to see if he would say anything about her apology. When he didn't, Carol furrowed her brow. "So.. apology not accepted or what?"