12-26-2008, 04:20 PM
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Geneva smiled, wrinkling her nose when Anu said that the glasses suited her. It was ridiculous, and she knew that she was acting the fool. But for once, that didn't make her uncomfortable. It felt good to make another laugh and smile. These were memories she'd cherish, she though, looking into Anu's joy-brightened face. She settled the glasses on the desk again, her trailing fingers leaving paths of dust. She wrinkled her nose against the flight of dust, fighting not to sneeze. Nothing like gobs of snot to ruin a good moment and all. After Anu knocked the box over, Geneva bent to read the label more closely. "I do read," she said, her eyes tracing over the spidery writing. "This one says...Pinot Noir, 1957." She looked back into Anu's face. "I think it was a human drink." |