Beauty just stopped, color sliding through her skin at an alarming rate. Her heart raced. She wanted to fall into a pit and stay there forever. She was very highly conscious of the fact that the man she loved, the man she'd loved for years, was seated just beside her. It was impossible to know if he'd heard Abe's question.
It was impossible for her to know how to answer the question.
She looked back to Logan again, then to Abe, then opened her mouth.
"I -- He. Yes. Yes, I just met him, but yes. We're friends."
Friends. Even that name was a little too presumptuous. Then, she easily named Abe as a friend, though she'd spent about the same amount of time with both of them, once all accounts were squared. What was it about Logan? She didn't know, she couldn't explain it to herself, and she certainly couldn't explain it to others.
As luck would have it, the doorbell rang just at that moment. A late guest?
"Oh, if you will excuse me," she said, and stepped from her chair.