Through the window, Diane’s car came into view at the mouth of the drive. It rolled forward several yards, then stopped.
Selena could see her sister behind the windshield. She wanted Diane to come in, though she wasn't sure what she'd say if she did.
Diane turned toward the curb.
Toward Selena’s car.
The vehicle remained stationary.
Robert lifted a hand toward the glass. “She’s seen us.”
Diane’s brake lights brightened.
A second later, the car began reversing.
Selena watched it back onto the street. It paused while another vehicle passed, then turned and drove away.
Robert remained by the window.
No explanation was necessary.
Diane had seen Selena’s car and decided not to come in.
Selena lowered her gaze toward the cane between her hands. “Well.”
Robert turned. “That was out of order of her.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“She doesn’t want to see me right now.”
“She came to see me, Lena. You happen to be here.”
“That seems to be the problem.”
Robert returned to the armchair but did not sit immediately. “I’ll have a word with her.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m not letting her behave like that.”
“Dad, please.”
“She’s your sister.”
“Which means you getting involved will make it worse.”
Robert shook his head. “She could at least have come through the door and been civil.”
Selena adjusted the cane, though it did not need adjusting. “Maybe she couldn’t.”
“Then she needs to grow up.”
“That’s helpful.”
“I mean it.”