"How sad for her, but how fortunate that she made her way to you. Oh, if there is anything I can do, or that you and Hermia need for her, please do not hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, darling," I say, squeezing her hand back. Then Tommi is leaving, and I wave and smile, and turn back to Wanda. "I imagine you have your hands full. But she's struck up a bit of a friendship with Fiona. Perhaps I should bring them both into tea one day. It's been a while since I've done that. Alice might be too old for fairy wings, but no girl is too old for cakes." I smile.
"I never imagined..." Wanda continues, then I can see her smile slipping, like wax melting, and in the blink of an eye she is in tears. Almost as quickly she's wiping her face with a napkin.
"These silly hormones get me to weep at everything, even happy moments."
I move round the table so I'm sat next to her.
"Here," I say, offering her my silk handkerchief. "You don't have to apologise, my dear. It's nothing to be ashamed of. But Wanda," I say quietly, glad the shop is now quite deserted, "those didn't seem like very happy tears to me."
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Date: 2010-10-27 05:03 pm (UTC)"Thank you, darling," I say, squeezing her hand back. Then Tommi is leaving, and I wave and smile, and turn back to Wanda. "I imagine you have your hands full. But she's struck up a bit of a friendship with Fiona. Perhaps I should bring them both into tea one day. It's been a while since I've done that. Alice might be too old for fairy wings, but no girl is too old for cakes." I smile.
"I never imagined..." Wanda continues, then I can see her smile slipping, like wax melting, and in the blink of an eye she is in tears. Almost as quickly she's wiping her face with a napkin.
"These silly hormones get me to weep at everything, even happy moments."
I move round the table so I'm sat next to her.
"Here," I say, offering her my silk handkerchief. "You don't have to apologise, my dear. It's nothing to be ashamed of. But Wanda," I say quietly, glad the shop is now quite deserted, "those didn't seem like very happy tears to me."