Paige’s hand shook slightly as she reached for the doorbell. I chose not to comment, standing awkwardly beside her. I was immersed in my own thoughts, an idea beginning to form itself inside my mind.
The door swung open, her mother standing in her bathrobe in a brightly lit hallway, her eyes slits as she looked us over. Paige cringed back slightly, “Hey, Mom.”
Paige’s Mom sighed. “Well, come in then.” She muttered something else that sounded distinctly like, “I knew this would happen.”
She stood aside and Paige led me down the hall into the family room. I felt awkward so I asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have a computer I could use, would you?”
Her mom eyed me with her arms crossed, “Upstairs. Second on the left.”
I hurried out of the way, feeling slightly guilty about leaving Paige alone to face her mother.
But this wasn’t exactly something I could help Paige with; I didn’t even know her mother.
Besides, I had a feeling she and Paige needed to talk.