Dramarama/Haven’t Got a Clue

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Janine came home while we were sitting in the kitchen. Ziggy excused himself to bed and Janine took his place at the table.

“Here.” I got up and retrieved a tea cup for her, and then poured some from the pot. “How was work?”

“All right.” She accepted the cup somewhat warily.

“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s a peace offering, not a trap.”

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