She's not happy.

She sits alone, watching the telly.
They stand behind her.
Arrivals. A gentle touch, a squeeze of her hand.
She smiles.
Anger brews quietly around her.
Arguing, chairs screeching on the floor.
Nasty words spewing amongst.
She sits and watches. She listens.
She asks.
No, no. It's nothing, they say.
It continues. She watches still.
Hurried, violent departures.
Awkwardness, uncomfortable silence.
Still she sits alone, watching her telly.

The air around seems different now.