Snippet #977541

Rain froze as she heard a soft footstep in the entrance to the kitchen. She hadn't intended for him to see her this way. What could she do? Wiping her cheeks would be too obvious. So, she simply kept her position, hoping that he would see nothing incriminating, and kept up her work at the small stove.

You like the room I hope?" She called softly, it was always best to fall back on courtesy when one was at a loss for what to do, at least then you weren't likely to offend anyone. "It's all a bit worn I know, I've meant to reupholster it all for awhile now. I just can't seem to find the time. Dinner will be ready shortly."

If he's to be living here, how do you hope to hide that your heart bleeds, just as surely as any others would? The thought was so random, and startling, that she dropped the wooden spatula she was using into the pan. Was she truly trying to hide that she was the same as any other? Distancing herself from those around her? If so, why? She craved company, so why would she push people away? For that she could find no answer.

"I'm not usually so very clumsy," She apologized, turning for another utensil to fish out the spatula.