‘ no. ’ tone matches her stone stature that leans on the kitchen counter. only eyes move, watching from afar with minimal caution at the direction of his staggering entrance. if he falls, he falls ; if he crashes next to her, he crashes next to her. she lost the care to help or hinder his course of history. she foregoes the sight of him, for the glass of wine cradling in her palm, its stem between her middle & ring finger. fragile, but at least that gives her substance.
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