"Really?" I can't help smiling when Wanda offers scones as well as tea. It'll be nice to eat something I didn't have to make, and I've heard she's a good baker.
I probably shouldn't have asked about the basement. Wanda's carefree sounding answer breaks down right in the middle, and I see her pull herself together. "I'm sorry," I say quickly, and reach out to touch her hand. "It's none of my business. It's just, um, does Dorian like the sorts of things you used to do down there? Because I don't know if I can, um, do that." And she must know what an imperfect idea I have about what exactly that is.
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Date: 2012-03-24 09:08 am (UTC)I probably shouldn't have asked about the basement. Wanda's carefree sounding answer breaks down right in the middle, and I see her pull herself together. "I'm sorry," I say quickly, and reach out to touch her hand. "It's none of my business. It's just, um, does Dorian like the sorts of things you used to do down there? Because I don't know if I can, um, do that." And she must know what an imperfect idea I have about what exactly that is.