Page 18 of Elanie & the Empath
she finally commed.
I said, not understanding why she sounded so flustered. If anyone should sound flustered here, it was me.
she asked.
I snapped, wishing for once that Sunny could concentrate on the problem at hand in an efficient, focused way. A bionic way. I glanced down at the mirror on the floor. Thankfully, it hadn’t broken.
she said evenly.
Sunny insisted. Then, in a more soothing tone, she commed,
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I commed,
she commed.
Her voice dropped half an octave.
I groaned.
she conceded.
I shuddered from my head to my toes.
Sunny chuckled. Then, after a moment, she asked,
A fact I was fairly relieved to learn when he VMed me ten minutes ago.
she commed, but I didn’t think she meant it.
I almost fell off the tub.
I wasn’t sure I could face him after my close encounterwith his mirror. What if he asked about it? What if he could tell that I’d tried? What if I had to explain to him that what I saw made me feel worse rather than better?
I lied.
Sunny purred.
I pinched the bridge of my nose so tightly it hurt.
she relented.
After a quick shower, during which I did not attempt to get to know any part of my body better than what was strictly required, I got dressed, threw my hair up in a twist, and stepped into my heels. I was about to turn off my TV and head out when something on the screen snagged my attention.
