mingling
out and about
mingling
spending unhurried time with a friend.
When J.’s out of the room
I taste food she made, meant for tomorrow,
but it smells too good to wait, so I don’t… just
a spoonful or two
and it’s worth it - as good as I had imagined…
and her laugh
when she discovers what I’ve done
makes it even better.
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