"No," she acknowledges, her expression sobering. "A lot of newspapers to catch up on." It's a sad state of things, all in all. Dishes done, she pulls the stopper of the sink and rinses the soap suds off her hands, fingertips a little pruney. "May I...?" Borrow the dish towel.
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Date: 2015-11-25 10:10 pm (UTC)