JUDE
"This is bad, really, really bad! How could you let this happen?!"
"I didn't, I swear, it's not my fault I-"
"Of course it's your fault," Lorna clicks her tongue, inspecting my face.
It's bad, I know, but I don't have any defense or even excuse to give her.
"You didn't use the face masks I keep sending to your house, you don't follow the routine step I sent you either, and now you are making my work harder than it already is."
I don't have anything to say for myself, so I do the only right thing.
"I am sorry, Lorna," our eyes meet in the mirror in front of us. "I swear it slipped my mind."
She looks at me for a few more breaths, but then her shoulders relax, the tension bleeding from her body, and soon, her eyes are looking at me with a look I have come to know and see very often directed at me.
Pity.
