I think you're only frightened about what I might ask next.
[ he says they're even. are they?
there's nothing that feels even about this. sitting here with one knee bent and another forkful of cake in her mouth. it's good. better than good, really, and she doesn't quite know how to tell him so. had he been here in the room he would have every reason to see it: the relish behind her eyes and the way she chases crumbs with the edge of her finger.
but he's not here. there is only her and the cake and this device. she can't say thank you and she can't ask another question and she can't describe to him how much this cake, bizarrely spectacular though it is, tastes like home. ]
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[ he says they're even. are they?
there's nothing that feels even about this. sitting here with one knee bent and another forkful of cake in her mouth. it's good. better than good, really, and she doesn't quite know how to tell him so. had he been here in the room he would have every reason to see it: the relish behind her eyes and the way she chases crumbs with the edge of her finger.
but he's not here. there is only her and the cake and this device. she can't say thank you and she can't ask another question and she can't describe to him how much this cake, bizarrely spectacular though it is, tastes like home. ]
See you Wednesday, Rip.
[ if not sooner. ]