The two of them finished cleaning up the broken plate together and Charlotte dumped the pieces she had been holding in the rubbish bin. She bit her lip as the question was asked and found herself turning her face away from the teenager---this was exactly the question that she had been fearing the most, and she still had no idea how to answer it. She didn't want to lie to her, but what in the world would she say otherwise?
"Oh, yes, I'm---" she began, feeling her story crashing and burning even before it had come out of her mouth. "Well, you see, I'm a---secretary, actually---I'm----You know, why don't I just wait in the sitting room?" She was already backing out of the kitchen that way as she said it, so Iris wasn't about to be able to stop her, but it would have been really rude to just leave, right? "I don't want to make you---drop any more plates---"
She would have been surprised if Iris had heard the last part, as she was already all the way out into the living room by the time she had said it. Merlin, she had to get out of there.
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