September 05, 2007
Page 32
"Drink up," I said. My voice was, bit by bit, regaining its former likeness.
"..."
"Really, you should."
A good thirty seconds after I set down the mugs, she slowly and smoothly raised her head from the table and stared distractedly into the withered plant. Strands of her fine hair clung to her wet cheek. A faint aura of dampness surrounded her.
"Please don't mind me," she said. "I didn't mean to do this crying thing."
She soundlessly blew her nose with a box of Kleenex I gave her and anxiously brushed her hair back into place.
"I really meant to leave before you came back. I didn't want to see your face."
"So you changed your mind?"
"Not at all. I utterly didn't want to be here." She paused. "But don't worry, I'll be leaving soon."
"Anyway, have some coffee."
While listening to the radio traffic report, I sliced open the seals on a pair of letters with scissors.
Posted by tim at September 5, 2007 11:54 PM
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