What Black Eyes You Have
This is a continuation of the previous conversation. Miles comes back
into the living room, and he and Sadie begin to talk. But it isn't
long before he raises his concerns about the black-eye that Sadie
tried to conceal before.
all of a sudden:
Sadie: This is a really nice place
you've got here, Miles. I don't think I've ever been in here before.
Miles: Oh no?…I guess that's right,
isn't it. Our schedules kind of conflict, huh. Usually when I run
into you, I'm coming back from work and you're busy heading off
to your job.
Sadie: Well, I have a lot more
time now. I quit my job the other day.
Miles: Oh, that's right. You mentioned
that when I saw you on Saturday. You didn't look very well that
day. Are you feeling better now?
Sadie: Yeah…Yeah. I'm doing fine
Miles: Huh…Sadie, I don't mean
to pry, but does that big bruise under your eye there have anything
to do with why you quit?
Sadie: This? Oh, it's nothing…I
slipped in the shower the other day. Actually, it was that same
Saturday. I came back from my run. I guess I was more tired than
I thought…and well, klutz that I am, I lost my balance in the shower…
Miles: I see.
Sadie: Yeah. So, really it's nothing.
I just got kind of tired of working such late nights all the time.
I just wanted a change.
Miles: Well, there's nothing wrong
Sadie: Miles. I'm sorry. I just
realized it's later than I thought. I have some errands to run.
Can I come back another time?
Miles: Sure. I've got lots of time
now myself. The company put me on medical leave for a while…Are
you sure you're feeling okay? You seem to have gone pale all of
Sadie: I'm okay. Honestly, Miles.
Miles: Alright. Well, listen,
thanks again for the basket. It was really nice of you to go out
of your way like that.
Sadie: Don't mention it. See you.