Just a sisterly affection, nothing more.”

For a moment, Deanna found herself lost for words. Rosalynn's reasoning was like a swiftly moving river; it was impossible to find a foothold to argue against. So, she chose to turn away, her silent defiance the only protest she could muster.

Rosalynn glanced at her wristwatch, waited patiently, then removed the silver needles.

“Time for you to hit the hay," she announced.

“ve got to head out."