Irene-
When I walk in today, she seems happy to see me.
"Wendy, what should we do today." She flinches at her name. She hasn't heard it in a while.
Wendy-
"Don't say my name, it shouldn't grace your filthy lips."
Irene-
I walk over and lean in so our noses almost touch.
"What, these lips?"
Wendy-
She kisses my forehead, then my eyelids, then my nose—