Anastasia exhaled shortly after the redhead was out the door, though even she couldn't tell you if it was more from relief or from sadness and guilt. She felt awful for being so cold and forcing her out over something that was partly her own fault, but then she felt that such limits shouldn't have been pushed and the much more experience woman should have been more in control. But even then, she wasn't a child, so she couldn't act like Jill was the only one who should have had a better sense of when to stop. Her mind kept flip-flopping back and forth on this issue until she finally gave up, slipped into some regular clothes, and went out to find Montresor at the little nearby cafe where he spent most mornings reading. Maybe he could give her a better, unbiased view of things.