Deanna: "Hi. I'm Deanna."
Abigail: "Abigail Green."
Deanna: "Oh! You must be Markus' grandmother."

Abigail nodded, and Deanna imagined that if the Mona Lisa had been upset she would be wearing the expression presently on Abigail's face.

The three of them sat there in silence. Deanna was growing more uneasy by the second. She stood up.

Deanna: "Do either of you need anything? I think I saw vending machines."

Mary looked up at her, staring, her cheeks growing pink. She looked furious, but her voice was even and calm.

Mary: "It would be good if both of you left right now."