It's easier to pay attention to all the first words, noticing the ease between the two women that says more than the words do, than acknowledge the last with more than a slightly more forced, but conceding, smile.

The topic that sat between them somewhere.
An unknown that might remain unknown forever.




Storm-grey eyes and golden hair.




Marian kept her smile firm, not a blink.



"You both much do quite a job," Marian offered, to Rosalind, and her absent, referenced, husband. "Amy has always seemed quite at peace in the times I've been graced with seeing her and her children."