Miranda had been interrupted so many times that she hardly knew what was happening anymore.
There were so many people and pieces, and every one of them seemed to be in motion like…like…the molecules in a superheated gas.
Another metaphor.
That made her feel enough better that she could open her eyes once more.
Andi was standing so closely in front of her that Miranda could barely see the wreckage.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I wish.”
Andi held her hand for a moment, then slipped away Miranda’s phone. “I’ll take care of any more calls, okay?”
Miranda could only nod in relief. A whole cluster of connections were snipped off with that simple act.
“I need…”
Andi didn’t ask what, she just waited.
Miranda knew that she’d stretched herself nearly to the limits of her autism.
