Hannah looked startled. “I intimidated you?”
“You used to look at a set of numbers that made no sense at all to me and make perfect sense of it. I hated that I couldn’t do it, too. I felt inadequate. Why are you laughing? And why use that tone?”
“Because you intimidate me, too.”
That was ridiculous. “How could I possibly intimidate you?”
“Do you want a list?”
Posy discovered that, yes, she did. “Tell me.”
“Well, there’s your athletic ability, to begin with.” Hannah fiddled with the brush. “You’re coordinated and physically strong. You would never fall off a gate.”
“You wouldn’t fall, either, if you wore the right thing on your feet.”
“You climb mountains.”
“Anyone can climb a mountain. The people we rescue come from all walks of life and have different skill sets.”
Hannah gave a half smile. “Exactly. You’re the one rescuing them. You’re brave and capable. You make me feel—” she paused “—cowardly.”
Posy sat back down on the bed. “That’s crazy.”
“You can do any number of practical things, from fixing roofs to delivering lambs.”
“Lambs mostly deliver themselves.”
“You know what I mean.”
Posy didn’t really. She’d never imagined she might intimidate anyone, let alone her sister. “I suppose we have different skills.”
“That’s true. I’m a facts person.” Hannah faced the mirror and turned on the dryer.
“Do you rely on facts to help you figure out relationships?”
Hannah turned the hair dryer off and met her gaze in the mirror. “Excuse me?”
“Relationships.” Posy felt herself turn pink. “I’m not good at them.” Maybe if she opened up, her sister would, too.
Hannah gave a faint smile. “You’re asking me for advice? Is this some sort of joke?”
“No. But you’re smart and logical, and I thought you might—”
“Relationships defy logic. It’s the reason I’m no good at them, either.”
Posy gave a grunt and launched herself off the bed. “Some help you are. In answer to your question about tomorrow, Maggie has made us a venison casserole. She brought it round yesterday when she came to see Mom. We’ll do it with potatoes. Can you do mash? I’ll roast some parsnips in maple syrup. I’ll make a soup. Beth is great at dessert, so I’ll ask her to do something. Whatever happens, we’re not letting stress into the room.” Posy paused, wondering how far she dare push this new relationship. “On that note, I thought we might make something easy tonight.”
“Suits me. What did you have in mind?”
Posy decided to test the water. “How would you feel about pizza?”
“I don’t eat pizza, but the girls will love it, so go ahead and I’ll make myself a salad.”
“You don’t eat pizza? Never?”
Hannah frowned. “You know I don’t. Can I dry my hair now?”
Dancing pizza girl.