“So, Finch, you didn’t ask me here to play Julia Child, I guess.”
He braced himself in unease at the direct approach she had chosen.
“The flowers were get well wishes, right? You gonna tell me how you found out about my… my health issues?”
Her voice was small and brittle now.
“That’s what you invited me here for, isn’t it? To gloat about your
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..the oven mitts crossed over her back like quilted wings.". That.. that just about did me in... it's a very touching description. Will John ever figure out what was going on? He's a pretty observant guy (to say the least)....
Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
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Well crafted
I am a M/M person
but this was nice.
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