They all walked down the stairs as quickly as they dared, which was slower than they would have down a less treacherous descent. Not even the next level down and Blair started whispering to Rachel, which Regina picked up with the multidirectional microphone on her glasses. “I think we should tell her,” Blair said. Rachel scrunched her face up with what looked like contempt. It was hard to tell for sure since all Rachel offered to Regina was a side view. “And what would that gain anybody?” Rachel said. “And this is no place to talk about it, especially with her right behind us.” Regina could hear everything they were saying, even though they were whispering as quietly as they could. Blair stopped. “It’s driving me crazy. Someone else needs to know . . . in case we don’t make it.” “Your guilty conscience is not bringing me down. No more about it.” “It’s just --“ “Stop it. Just let it go. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Blair didn’t pursue the matter, but it didn’t matter.
