Sitting in the living room was comfortable, but it meant she was a bit out of the loop when it came to the conversation in the kitchen. Livvy wasn't much bothered. If there was anything she needed to know, she was sure someone would tell her. There was the whole patient and doctor confidentiality thing and privacy for Brooke, too. She sighed. Well, the evening certainly had a surreal quality. She suspected that feeling would linger.
Eventually Livvy would have to acknowledge the demands of her bladder and ask if she could use the washroom. Then she would look in the mirror and discover her own exciting hairstyle.