I Tried Not to Listen

I tried not to listen. The conversation was obviously a private one, although in a public restroom you can’t count on that. I was in the stall and afraid to come out until they stopped talking. Who were they talking about? An older woman and a young one. At first I thought mother and daughter. But no, they were guarded and distant. The young woman hesitated with her answers. The older woman was blurting things, maybe a couple of glasses of wine into the dinner waiting for them. “So, does she have that same spark of crazy?” Silence. “You know, like the other one?” Silence. Water sounds, paper towels crunch, door whooshes open and smacks shut. I flush, wash and exit. The story in my head.