In time, hopefully, in time - in a few more seconds, a few more minutes - she would stumble upon a justifiable reason satisfactory enough for wasting her own time like this.
Amelia pondered it for a second, and she could think of thousands, countless thousands, of other things more productive, less inane, and even lesser a detriment to her peace of mind.
Countless thousands abandoned and disregarded, for this, to being here… a begrudging listener to a story that she had no care or desire to even hear.
Yet here, hearing, she remained still.
Why?
Well, maybe, hopefully, in the coming few seconds or few minutes, she'll finally figure that particular detail out.