“Nah, I think you can handle it from here,” Angela replied. “You take care of yourself. And stay in touch.”
Dorothy nodded and stepped into the house with Deirdre. Kay finished locking up the car and stepped onto the sidewalk.
“You certainly always keep things interesting,” he said.
“I try,” Angela replied. “Thanks for your help, and… uh… sorry for prying into your private life.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I kind of hoped you’d meet Dee eventually anyway. Just didn’t want to make a ‘thing’ out of it in the process.”
“Fair enough,” Angela said.
“So do you want a ride home?” he asked.
But she was already rising into the air. He laughed and waved as the house—and Dorothy—shrank away beneath her.
Angela touched down on the roof of her building and headed downstairs. She felt like she’d just come off an eight hour shift at work, even though it wasn’t even nine in the morning. She fumbled with her keys for a moment, then unlocked the door to her apartment.
Angela glanced around. Genesis sat on the couch, watching anime on the television.
“Hey yourself,” Angela replied. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I told Dad I was sick,” Genesis said. “You seemed like you were having a rough morning so I wanted to be here for you.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“Probably.” She patted the couch beside her. “Have a seat. I want to hear all about what happened. I’m particularly curious about this ‘old friend’ you mentioned.”
Angela sat next to Genesis and snuggled against her shoulder. Genesis idly tousled Angela’s hair.
“Her name’s Dorothy,” Angela said. “We met in college…”