And Queenie Sateen — Erica Cherry

“I’m observing,” Queenie replied. “There’s a difference.”

They stood there, two women who approached the world from opposite shores, meeting in the middle of a darkening room. erica cherry and queenie sateen

Erica Cherry adjusted the antique brass lamp on her desk for the third time. The angle was still wrong. She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and reached for it again. “I’m observing,” Queenie replied

“You’re profiling me,” Erica said. Not a question. ” Erica said. Not a question.