Anna walked into the kitchen, looking drained. "What miserable weather," she said, going over to sit down at the table.
"Uh, yeah," agreed Ted, busily rinsing dishes in the sink. He paused, half turned without quite looking at her. "Did Meredith leave?"
"Yeah," said Anna, trying to think of some segue into a vastly different realm of conversation.
"Where's Sally?" asked Ted, hoping it sounded natural.
"Umm..." It took Anna a minute to remember what had just happened. "Oh, she said she was going out for lunch."
Ted turned back to the sink, although there weren't actually any more dishes to be washed. He turned off the faucet and took a long time drying his hands. "Is she feeling okay?" He asked, finally.
Anna had to stop herself from associating the "she" with Meredith. "Sally? I think so. She just had a little too much last night."
That's for sure, thought Ted. "Well," he said.
Pause.
"I guess you figured out that Meredith and I broke up last night," Ted said at last, moving over to sit down at the table.
Anna tried to look blank. But Ted didn't want to talk about it, he was just trying to honor the disclosure clause of their friendship. She swallowed. "I'm sorry," she said. Suddenly, she very much wanted a boyfriend, not just because she wanted a boyfriend, but because she wanted a place to run to when everything went wrong at once.
Ted shrugged. "Thanks, but...I guess, y'know, it was bound to happen. Or something. Whatever."
"How about some lunch?" Suggested Anna, trying to sound cheerful without being obnoxious.
"Um, I'll get it," said Ted, heading for the cupboard for the glasses. "You look really tired. How was your night last night?"
"Uneventful, as usual," said Anna, letting her head rest on her folded arms on the table, listening to the pouring rain.