A broad grin spread across the little mouse’s face as she jumped up and down in the small waiting room. She waved a homemade “I’m Emily” sign as if she would have been hard to find, as if she were in an airport terminal. Estelle endeavored to control her disgust at the rube-like behavior as she walked to greet her.
“So you’re the famous girlfriend, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m so happy to finally meet you.” She held her at arm’s length. “And you do look just like your picture.” She bent to hug the woman, drawing her close. “In fact, you’re the only thing Theo wants to talk about.”
Estelle had the gestures down pat. She’d even practiced them in the mirror at home, the look of happiness, warmth, hugging as if she meant it. She was being sure to lavish attention on Theo’s girlfriend, just enough to convince her of her sincerity—just enough to have Emily trust her.
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