Over a cup of tea one evening at Stella’s place I asked her about her family. We had discussed a lot, about various things, but never really about her family.
She fell quiet for a minute or two, sighed and said, “It’s a long story…”
Was I imagining a momentary dazed look in her eyes? If I was not, then she was quick enough to veil it behind an intelligent firm expression on her face.
A long pause after that left me wondering what to say next. I tried giving her a look that would tell her that I was willing to sit and listen to the story no matter how long it was. But all that came out was “Hmmm…” and a slight nod.
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