"This room is like a caravel's stern cabin."
this criticism?" Esme(e) asked.
punctuated her pacing with a pointed halt measured
on the redwood sideboard and compressed her
lips regarding Esme(e) in the chair.
"Why don't you do something? Why
don't you help Rose?"
shoulders slumped in the chair.
straightened but said nothing more.
paced. Her skirts slashed viciously. They were
all the sound the room could contain.