She spent the morning sitting cross legged on the balcony of her hotel room. Not the patio furniture but the concrete slabs making up the structure.
“Are you ready?” asked her husband, walking out of the bathroom ten minutes before they were supposed to leave, still drying his hair. The towel landed on her side of the bed.
“Almost.” she replied, unfolding her legs and standing. “I was just making sure.”
“Sure of what?” he asked. “You have this speech down flawlessly.”
“I know that!” she said. “I just wanted to make sure I believed what I’m about to say.”