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We Drank.
"Uh," she looks away. "Do you want some tea?"
"Tea? What is tea going to do?"
"Nothing, okay? It's not going to make anything better, but at least I go walk over the kitchen and turn on the kettle and get out cups and tea bags and sugar and then I can put them all together and we can sit down at the table and we can drink them and maybe it will make it easier, but mostly I think it will stop me from standing here feeling like somebody reached inside me and pushed my heart up into my throat. So if it's okay with you, I'm going to go make some tea," she looked back with red eyes. "Do you want any?"
"Yes. I... I'd like a cup of tea."
They walked down the hall, and it was exactly the way things had always been, except this time there was no joking or talking or noise at all, other than the sounds the old wood floors made underfoot.
"Tea? What is tea going to do?"
"Nothing, okay? It's not going to make anything better, but at least I go walk over the kitchen and turn on the kettle and get out cups and tea bags and sugar and then I can put them all together and we can sit down at the table and we can drink them and maybe it will make it easier, but mostly I think it will stop me from standing here feeling like somebody reached inside me and pushed my heart up into my throat. So if it's okay with you, I'm going to go make some tea," she looked back with red eyes. "Do you want any?"
"Yes. I... I'd like a cup of tea."
They walked down the hall, and it was exactly the way things had always been, except this time there was no joking or talking or noise at all, other than the sounds the old wood floors made underfoot.