Susan stood on the doormat and knocked.
Shanice peeked out.
"Hey," said Susan.
"Hi?" risked Shanice.
"Heard you didn't want to go out, yesterday. You okay?"
"How sort of is 'sort of'?" Susan felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff. Some part of her already knew.
Shanice was hiding behind the door. Her already small voice got even smaller. "Idon'tlikeopenspaces."
"Would you like to work on that?" Susan offered. "I think I can help."
"Clean up first?" begged Shanice.
Oh. Right. Dirt came with working outside. "May I borrow your mud room?"