This is more of a filler chapter tbh, I'm setting up the scene for something big ;)
Patsy was finally free from the horrendous event that was breakfast. She'd spent the entirety of the event holding back tears and pushing food round her plate. Delia had sat across from her, with a solemn expression, also pushing her food round her plate. Trixie had spent breakfast quizzing both Delia and Patsy about their mutual lack of appetite and long faces, which didn't help Patsy feel any better, and Sister Julienne kept chirping on about the rollercoaster of emotions life brings. Patsy had wanted to scream at her that she wasn't just regular old life sad but devastated because the love of her life had essentially left her. After breakfast Patsy has retreated to her room for a couple of minutes to ready herself for the day ahead, her rounds had started at 8:30 and it was now 6 in the evening. Patsy was just finishing up with her last patient when it dawned on her that once she was back at home she would have to face Delia again. Her stomach churned at the thought.
Pushing open the front door, Patsy set down her bag and hung up her coat. Today had been a long day and all Patsy wanted was to get into bed. Patsy began to move up the stairs, as she got to the top she heard someone come through the door. Patsy glanced behind her, it was Delia. She hurried up the rest of the stairs and dived onto her bed.
Patsy walked up to the door and moved to knock on it, stopping just before she made contact. She lingered outside the door, she'd been in Delia's room a thousand times before but this time it was different. Patsy didn't know if she was entering Delia's room as a lover or as a friend, and it was causing her angst. Finally, Patsy picked up the courage to knock on the door…