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I put the book down carefully, relying on gravity and inertia to keep my place for my return. My other hand still held a small container of ice cream, now slightly less full than it had been. Opening the freezer door, I located the top of the container and returned the whole thing to its place on top of another pint of ice cream. They obviously preferred each other's company.
Next it was back to the half-empty sink (I was an optimist) to get the sticky-sweet ex-dessert off my fingertips. As I reached for the faucet, I noticed that I was narrating again. Well, no help for it. Fiction will do that to you. A few minutes, an hour from now, this will all be a dim memory and no harm done. For now, might as well go along.
Go along. I went along as I rinsed and wiped my fingertips, pleased with the clean feeling it left. Checking the inventory of my pockets, I made my way down into the den for relaxing. As the computer whirred into life, a rhythmic refrain of small feet on crib wood down the hall marked a stage in Sarah's getting to sleep.
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I put the book down carefully, relying on gravity and inertia to keep my place for my return. My other hand still held a small container of ice cream, now slightly less full than it had been. Opening the freezer door, I located the top of the container and returned the whole thing to its place on top of another pint of ice cream. They obviously preferred each other's company.
Next it was back to the half-empty sink (I was an optimist) to get the sticky-sweet ex-dessert off my fingertips. As I reached for the faucet, I noticed that I was narrating again. Well, no help for it. Fiction will do that to you. A few minutes, an hour from now, this will all be a dim memory and no harm done. For now, might as well go along.
Go along. I went along as I rinsed and wiped my fingertips, pleased with the clean feeling it left. Checking the inventory of my pockets, I made my way down into the den for relaxing. As the computer whirred into life, a rhythmic refrain of small feet on crib wood down the hall marked a stage in Sarah's getting to sleep.
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