"So how long would you be in England for?"
Standing over her head, Joan watched Lily carefully fold a number of clothes she had just picked out from her wardrobe, into the same box she took on her trip to Paris. Her arms rested on the roof of her hips like a mother expecting an explanation from her faulted child.
"Until Monday."
Lily mumbled, working her way through the final dress she had decided to go with. It was the very same red dress Derek first met her in. Something to spark up his memory. If she had to.
"All by yourself with some stranger you met just one time in Paris?"
Joan's tone was laced with uncertainty and just a bit of rigidity as she spoke. She was not afraid to show disapproval of her friend's trip. Even more so, it offended her that Lily didn't seem to care about her opinions.
"Well if you say it like that, it doesn't sound so good."
