<em><strong>"Hopefully it won't take too long."</strong></em>Jenna slid off the barstool she had been sitting on.<strong><em>"The idea, I thought, was to have some tea while we were waiting for your friend to change my tire."</em></strong><br/><br/>She was strolling slowly around the living room now, checking out the house as if one might stroll through a store looking at merchandise.  The pictures on the mantel.  The books on the shelves. Any DVD's or CD's that may be laying about.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Surely, you've made tea before, haven't you, Frank?"</strong></em><br/><br/>Jenna stepped up closer to examine a family portrait framed and hanging on the wall, to see if she could get any interesting vibes from it or anything else in the room.<br/><br/><em><strong>"You're trying to avoid my question, aren't you?  What happened to your leg?  Was it a fight?"</strong></em>She turned to face in Frank's direction, a bit of a challenging, accusatory look on her face now.<strong><em>"Were you fighting, Frank?  Was it over a girl?"</em></strong>