Once Mary Ellen's mother had left, she could tell an almost instant change in Ms. Bordeaux's demeanour. She half heartily raised her hand and pulled the sweater from her shoulders as she sighed loudly. Anne packed all my stuff for me, so only God knows what are in those suitcases Ms. Bordeaux. Mary Ellen said. She could feel the woman's eyes examining her and she suddenly felt like prey with a buzzard circling above. She was not sure what to expect next as she moved to lay the sweater across her suitcases, then moved towards the couch to sit as she wanted to ease some of the tension that was now brewing in the room.