C20 SHE

My head swiveled to find the speaker, Margaret, her first proper sentence to me, and the first time my eyes left Abed.

“What are you talking about?”

She doesn’t look up from her work as she fitted a skirt around my body, her lips thin and pressed together in concentration.

“You didn’t know? I suspected it was you running the fan site.” She says again,

“Margaret.” Abed says