“I wonder where you go sometimes.” She said.
It wasn’t a question or a demand.
Just a statement, “I wonder where you go sometimes.”
I thought quickly about what she said and how she had said it,
It seemed free of malice, containing no hidden agenda.
Maybe a little like saying, “I couldn’t find good peaches at the market today.”
“It’s just work,
“and I can’t really talk about it.”
“I know,” she said, “I know.”
She turned her attention back to her scone. I went back to The Times.
Thanks all! This is pretty wonderful!