Gemotions

"You… you painted my fence?” Maya blinked at the woman across the kitchen table. The woman, Sarah, had launched into a vivid description of their shared childhood escapades. "Oh yes," Sarah said, her voice bright. "Remember how I asked you to do it? You didn't want to, you wanted to play with your new toy car." Maya, who’d been expecting a different reaction, suddenly felt a light, airy feeling in her chest. She casually took another bite of her scone, then leaned back to rest on the chair. "I suppose that does ring a bell."