Date: 2010-03-21 06:46 am (UTC)
"Me? Nothing," she said, closing the book and dropping it to the porch floor.

At least nothing that needs to be under discussion. Nope, tonight is going to be about what's up with him.

"How was it?" 'It', here, could have meant anything, from his day in general to the session with his psychiatrist that was coming home from. Whatever he felt like divulging. She tried to leave things open-ended.
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