"I always keep the good tea aside for you," Nikolai promises, expression very earnest. He'd folded his hands over his belly out of habit, for lack of anything better to do, but the lull in conversation prompts him to unlace his fingers, reach up towards the looping iron of the headboard.
Why make Zoya prompt him a second time? They both know what must be done.
To fill the silence, he prompts: "Is it too late for the lullaby?"
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Why make Zoya prompt him a second time? They both know what must be done.
To fill the silence, he prompts: "Is it too late for the lullaby?"
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"I don't know any."