Cindy waits a moment, leaning against the wall still, then asks a question of Tanya.
"So, uh, did anybody call for me while I was out?"
"Huh?" a muffled voice echoes.
A spraying sound begins.
"Any calls? For me? Dennis or anybody?"
"Oh," Tanya answers. "No, not unless it was when I went downstairs to grab the mail.
The curtain swishes on the inside of the door.
"Well then," Cindy continues. "Any mail?"
"Huh? Whattazat?"
"DID-- I-- GET-- ANY-- MAIL?"
Silence for a second.
"Sorry Cid, can it wait a minute? I'm washing my hair."
"Oh," Cindy thinks aloud.
"Did you lower the shower head?"
Cindy grins broadly.
"Uh, no." she says loudly. "Must... must just be you."
"Hokay. Huh."
More silence.
"You must be right."
Cindy walks into the living room.
A few minutes later...