Metallurgy

"No, the trip was nothing like that, but I can see why'd you think it," I said, leaning back in my desk chair, almost tipping it over as I stretched my arms up over my head. I counted my fingers in pairs, thumbs first, stretching out my hands. A habit I'd picked up from watching her do it all of the time.

"What’s up with
the masks on the bookshelf over there?"

"Just a souvenir," we both answered at the same time.

"Spooky souvenir," Janine responded, flipping the page of the album. She squinted at some photograph that caught her attention.