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JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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took a last swallow of coffee and stood to take her cup
to the sink. “I,” she announced, “am going to find a book
to read. In my room. I might even take a nap.”
John Fallon’s mouth relaxed into another of those
near-smiles. “Good for you.”
“But don’t start cooking without me, okay? I feel
guilty enough at the work we’ve put you to.”
“If necessary, I’ll wake you up before I start
dinner,” he agreed.
“Okay.” She started across the kitchen. “Don’t let the
kids bug you for anything.”
“I’ll send them to bug you instead.”
She gave him a last look, said, “Do that,” and pushed
through the swinging door. She felt as if she’d just made
a near-escape even as she wished she’d stayed to talk.
Maybe to ask him what his dreams as a child had been.
No, he was undoubtedly relieved to have a couple of
hours to himself.
Although…he had invited her to sit down with him
in the first place.