Erisia was in the kitchen doing the dishes when Rita appeared in the doorway, phone in hand.
"Erisia, your phone's ringing," she said, holding it out.
Erisia glanced at her wet, soapy hands, then back at Rita. "Can you just place it on the counter and answer it for me?"
"Okay." Rita hurried in, set the phone beside the sink, and swiped to answer. Before Erisia could even say thanks, the girl had already dashed back to the living room, her slippers scuffing the tile as she rejoined the loud commentary of a trending couple reality show.
Erisia chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. The bubbles clung to her wrists as she reached for the sponge again—until a familiar voice came through the speaker.
"Hey, Erisia."
She smiled faintly. "Hey, Soraya."
