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. |