Delilah laughed as she awkwardly clapped her hands together, careful not to jostle the cup in her hand too much, lest she spill the liquid down the front of both of them; she’d already embarrassed herself by being under Mrs. Darrow’s feet all evening and spilling alcohol all over herself would be the cherry on top. She’d never show her face around here again and she quite liked the friendship that was blooming between herself and Caroline. “Newlyweds. That’s certainly a very exciting time.” She drew the words out slowly so as not to be too excited over the matter. Was she a romantic at heart? Absolutely. Being a newlywed had been one of her favorite times, given the newness of the relationship and what came with it. She didn’t say it, not wanting to put more awkwardness into existence between them, but they’d welcomed their first child within their first year of marriage, too.
“Oh.” Delilah blinked slowly at his question before she crossed one arm over the other just to give herself something to do, and then took a long sip of the liquid. The cup dangled loosely between her fingers. It hadn’t been a question she anticipated, but then again it wasn’t as if she expected Mr. Darrow to know the ins and outs of her life as much as he would his own. There was no possible way for him to understand the simple question he’d thrown at her was a loaded one, and one she hadn’t been asked before - she had answers ready and loaded for most things people threw her way when it came to mourning her husband.
“Well, I suppose it would have been six years in February.” There was no suppose - Lila knew exactly how long she’d been married and was consciously aware of how long she should have been married. She didn’t bother to tell him the details of the after because Mr. Darrow was a smart man and could certainly discern between past and present tense. He hopefully wouldn't ask so she didn't have to speak on it.
“Oh.” Delilah blinked slowly at his question before she crossed one arm over the other just to give herself something to do, and then took a long sip of the liquid. The cup dangled loosely between her fingers. It hadn’t been a question she anticipated, but then again it wasn’t as if she expected Mr. Darrow to know the ins and outs of her life as much as he would his own. There was no possible way for him to understand the simple question he’d thrown at her was a loaded one, and one she hadn’t been asked before - she had answers ready and loaded for most things people threw her way when it came to mourning her husband.
“Well, I suppose it would have been six years in February.” There was no suppose - Lila knew exactly how long she’d been married and was consciously aware of how long she should have been married. She didn’t bother to tell him the details of the after because Mr. Darrow was a smart man and could certainly discern between past and present tense. He hopefully wouldn't ask so she didn't have to speak on it.
