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“I didn’t order anything,” Ingrid replied.
“Are you sure? There’s a Queen at the door. I thinkyouhave to sign for her.”
Ingrid sat straight up in her chair. Her eyes went wide. Her throat went dry. She realized she needed to move, so she stood up and tried not to hurry to the door.
“Your Majesty,” Ingrid greeted, seeing Elin standing there.
“Hello, Ingrid,” Elin said.
“Your Majesty,” Sarah Anne finally said and bowed her head.
“Good evening, Sarah Anne,” Elin said, her hands clasped in front of her. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Yeah, you too.”
“Sarah!”
“You too,Ma’am?”
“Better,” Ingrid replied, smiling at her sister. “Come in,” she said to Elin.
Elin walked in without security. Ingrid went to close the door behind her and checked the hallway.
“Where is security, Ma’am?”
“Down the hall. I asked them to give me a little space this time,” Elin replied.
“Is that wise, Ma’am?”
“Is there anyone in this apartment planning to harm me?” Elin asked.
“Not me,” Sarah Anne replied. “Do you want to try–”
“Sarah, can you give us a minute, please?” Ingrid interrupted her.
“Oh, right,” Sarah said. “You know, it’ll keep; I can just turn off the stove. We need a few things from the market anyway. I can run out for a bit.”
“You don’t have to leave, Sarah,” Elin told her.
“I actually need vanilla extract and almond milk. I used it all up, and I like them both in my coffee. I know; weird, right?” Sarah said, grabbing her purse off the table. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes?”
“Is that a question?” Ingrid asked her.
“Thirty; I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Actually… Do you just want to text me when I should come back? That might be better.”
“Just come home when you’re done, Sarah,” Ingrid told her, getting impatient.
“Okay.” Sarah looked at Elin then. “Your Majesty.”
“Sarah Anne,” Elin said, smiling at how awkward Sarah Anne was being.
After Sarah left the apartment, Ingrid stood in the middle of her living room, not knowing what to say. Elin was standing as well, her hands still clasped in front of her, looking around the room, likely, for some kind of direction.
“Can I get you something to drink, Ma’am?” Ingrid finally asked. “I have tea this time.”
“No, thank you,” Elin replied. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Sarah made butter cookies yesterday, and they go really well with tea.”
