"I can stay on the couch," she offered, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at Marianne in the same way she might've looked at Donna, affectionate and a bit bemused. The difference was, she'd pitied Donna, even as much as she'd envied her. Maybe Marianne deserved her pity, too, but she'd yet to find a reason. "You really are a good friend."