I wasn't prepared to run into Jill, though I should have been. It wasn't like I didn't know she was there, lurking in the background. Okay, not really fair, but I was already struggling with feeling badly and when she appeared while I wavered on the edge of compassion for Henry Ostler, her aggressive expression and clear antagonism set me off like it wouldn't have normally.
Who was I kidding? I never did well with confrontation, friend or not.
"Why do you keep interfering?" Jill's voice vibrated with anger, her whole body trembling with it, the dark suit she wore making her look like a federal agent, maybe, but her face looking like nothing more than a petulant child playing dress up and knowing she didn't deserve to be mistaken for more than she was.
It was a powerful insight, but lost on me as I overreacted (there's a shocker).