myself.”
“Really? You can do stuff like that?” Emily’s face shone
with admiration. It made Dani’s breath come short, being
looked at like that. Had anyone ever looked at her that way
before? Like she mattered? Truly, truly mattered.
She shook off the way that made her feel like a dog shaking
water out of its coat. “I can do stuff like that.”
“Where did you learn that?”
“Here and there.” Dani didn’t want to tell Emily just how
she’d acquired the many, many different skills she had. Some
here and there, in one foster home or other, some living on the
street. Others, more happily, from the internet because she
didn’t have money to pay anyone else to do things for her and
she was more than capable of looking after herself. “We
should probably talk about you though,” Dani carefully
deflected.
“Oh. Right.” Emily’s face fell again. She looked like she’d
almost forgotten about her own problems in light of
appreciating Dani’s apartment and the hard work that went
into it.
Dani had thought Emily was spoiled. A rich kid who didn’t
know how good she had it. She probably wasn’t wrong about
that, but she’d also thought Emily was whiny, obnoxious,
grating, and ungrateful. Maybe Emily was less spoiled and less
self-centered than she’d first appeared.
“Do you always watch TV without any sound?” Emily
asked, turning her attention to the flat screen on the antique
sofa table at the front of the room. It stood below the window
to the kitchen, on the wall that divided the two rooms.
“Yup. I think it’s better that way. No one needs all that noise