Old lady Mayfair was faking her smiles, she kept looking at Phoebe with sad eyes that made her comfortable.
"I will get you another coffee." Phoebe told Miranda and she stood up abruptly.
"Excuse me." Old lady Mayfair quickly followed Phoebe and caught up to her by the counter. "Pheebs..." she started.
Phoebe shook her head, focusing intently on the coffee machine and pushing the buttons with vengeance. "Nana, no, we are not having that conversation. I do not want to hear anything like I am sorry, I understand, I want to know exactly what happened, it was not your fault.... none of that."
Phoebe's finger paused and she frowned, come to think of it, why had Miranda asked her such a strange question, Dickson had not succeeded in laying a hand on her in this life. Something was wrong and she couldn't figure it out.