4pm. Coffee with Anita.
Oh, beautiful Anita. Already sitting outside with a cigarette in her hand. Hand-rolled. Suzie approaches her nervously, they haven't seen each other since Suzie told her that she's gonna leave, but Anita greets her tenderly as always, and all those empty weeks are suddenly forgotten.
Anita speaks.
Suzie tries to look her in the eye, but she can't, so she looks down on her bare legs
and fixates a small wound below the knee. Anita keeps on talking, and Suzie starts scraping off the scab. A small
piece lands on the tip of her index finger. She discreetly taps on her lip to place it on its very middle and then collects
it with her tongue.
Anita doesn't seem to have noticed.
Now Anita starts talking about that thing again, that thing with X and all this other stuff, and she asks Suzie what to do about it. Suzie is trying her best to help, she replies with words and stuff, but Suzie is distracted now, secretly concentrating on picking up that second, huge piece of scab that has loosened during the first round.
You should just, like, ... -krr- and blood, and goal. Suzie is getting weirdly excited about the huge piece, and maybe even a bit aroused by the pain; she stops talking for a second to shove the whole thing in her mouth, yummy, but the joy doesn't last long, Anita looks at her in confusion, then in shock, with her all-pervading eyes, she knows, she must have seen it, she must know about Suzie's dirty little secret.
Suzie's face gets all red, just like the red velvet cake that is now brought to their table. She raises her spine and starts eating her cake fork by fork, now listening carefully, feeling a little ashamed for not having done so before, yet grateful for Anita's impartiality.
Anita, I am going to miss you.