"Apparently not right now, I can't," April replied, her smile tense as she swallowed. "But they say it's different for everybody. That's why I kept harping on you trying the door."

When she shrugged, the movement was a little stiff, as if she were forcing herself to stay nonchalant.

"And it's probably temporary anyway, so you know. The way my stomach wants to tie up in anxious knots about it is probably pointless, and I'll laugh about it later."