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Aug. 18th, 2009 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Dropping her keys on the narrow cabinet by the door, Contessa remembered the intimacy of their kitchen meal. Bruce's kitchen, as anyone would expect, was industrial grade and industrial-sized. But the kitchen table was small. Cozy. Meant to seat no more than four or maybe five.
They didn't need her there once they had all gotten settled. Given time Bruce probably wouldn't have needed any help at all. She had enjoyed watching Bruce and Richard interact, though. She still did, rarer though those moments were. Richard was twenty-four now. And Bruce was busier than ever. She wouldn't see him at all if not for the time she spent with Richard.
Rubbing at tired eyes with the back of her hand, Contessa put those thoughts out of her mind. Remote work was still work, and she had a good three hours of it ahead of her before she could go to sleep.
Dropping her keys on the narrow cabinet by the door, Contessa remembered the intimacy of their kitchen meal. Bruce's kitchen, as anyone would expect, was industrial grade and industrial-sized. But the kitchen table was small. Cozy. Meant to seat no more than four or maybe five.
They didn't need her there once they had all gotten settled. Given time Bruce probably wouldn't have needed any help at all. She had enjoyed watching Bruce and Richard interact, though. She still did, rarer though those moments were. Richard was twenty-four now. And Bruce was busier than ever. She wouldn't see him at all if not for the time she spent with Richard.
Rubbing at tired eyes with the back of her hand, Contessa put those thoughts out of her mind. Remote work was still work, and she had a good three hours of it ahead of her before she could go to sleep.