Before you start shouting, let me explain, I scribbled hastily.
Aylce frowned as her eyes scanned the scrap of paper. When she looked up, her frown had deepened into thick set lines across her forehead.
'I wasn't going to shout at you, Peg,' she began. 'It just seems, a little sudden, that's all.'
I raised an eyebrow. Not completley insane? I wrote.
'No, not insane,' Alyce said. 'It was to be expected wasn't it? I understand that you want to get away from here, who wouldn't?' She laughed.
Alyce was perhaps the closest thing I had ever had to a best friend. Small, dark haired and with vivid, piercing green eyes, Alyce was always treated as a little odd. I had known her for the best part of three years, but I didn't even know her middle name. It was some un-nameable, soul link between us that helped the pair of us connent the way we did.
She understood my obsession with quota's, but wouldn't completely take it under her own wing. However, unlike so many others, she never attempted to knock it out of me, or to change the way I think. It was the thing that I liked best about Alyce.
'If you can't speak, how will you travel?' She asked me now, stirring her lemonade thoughtfully and watching the cars rumble past the cafe window.
There are such things as mutes, you know, I wrote.
She nodded thoughtfully. After a moments thought, she said, 'I'm coming with you, wherever you're going. We have to find out what's happened here.'
I'm going to Canada first, I penned quickly. My mother was from there, and her family were well known for being a little eccentric, to say the least.
'Back to the begining,' Alyce mused. She added nothing more, just took a sip of lemonade.
We sat together in silence for a while. It was comfortable silence; there wasn't the constant need to say something to fill arkward gaps like with other people. It would take time, and courage, my heart told me, to be able to fully understand what was happening to me, but I was willing to do that.
I locked eyes with Alyce, her gaze steady and sincere. I nodded once, and dropped a couple of pounds on the table. We left swiftly, leaving nothing but a cheery tinkling bell above the door to announce our exit.