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to let it soak.

“Here. You should let me help you.” Adalynn had crept up

without Cassia hearing her.

She realized she’d been lost in concentration and that while

she’d been scrubbing at mugs with hard to get off coffee stains

and frying pans crusted burnt eggs, Adalynn had put music on.

Not just any music. Classical. Cassia wondered if Adalynn

actually liked that, or if it was something she thought she

should listen to because it was supposed to be inspiring or

soothing. No, Adalynn looked like someone who wouldn’t

listen to music just because other people said she should or

because she wanted to be current.

“What’s this?” Cassia eyed the few remain

ing dishes. “And

I’ve got it. There are only a couple left.”

“But your hands. The soap has to sting.”

Cassia lifted up her palm. “Oh. No, they’re okay. I didn’t

even notice. I guess the water feels good and the blisters aren’t

deep.”

“I’m an imbecile for not giving you gloves.”

“Maybe I’m an imbecile for not asking for them.”

They looked at each other for a few moments. Adalynn was

the first to crack a smile. She laughed softly, a sound as pretty

as the winds and the strings combining in the background.

“I like this,” Cassia said. “The music.”

“Oh.” Adalynn flushed and she was so pretty with that pink

on her cheeks, so delicate, her beauty so ethereal and fragile,

like an exotic flower deep in the jungle, hidden away from

mankind’s eyes and mechanisms, that Cassia nearly sighed.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s my favorite. I have a whole stack of

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