She stepped past, belatedly noticing the half-curled hair and stockinged feet. “I’m sorry … you were getting ready for something and I interrupted … um.” One hand fidgeted with the ends of her hair. “I guess I didn’t plan this part very well.” She looked up at Allison, and away, and felt herself blushing again. “I wanted to talk to you. Let you ask me things, like I promised.”
“Oh,” Allison shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. There’s a dance thing tonight that i’m going to but, I don’t have to worry about it for another couple of hours at most. So, did you want to come in?” Allison stepped aside just in case the answer was yes. “It would be a little weird to leave you standing on the porch while we’re talking. We can talk while I finish getting dressed.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Summer came in and looked around the foyer awkwardly. “I guess … your bedroom is down the hall?”