David took the bag and looked inside, cautiously at first, finding of all things, cookies. Small round cookies, golden brown and crisp, smelling faintly of ginger and molasses.
He blinked, realizing belatedly that his look had turned unguarded, the corners of his broad, expressive mouth pulled into a wide smile. His cheeks dimpled when he smiled like that, making him look younger.
David pulled a cookie out of the bag. His mother used to make the same kind.
He decided that if Lydia pulled a Saint Bernard puppy out of her purse next, David would just give up and confess everything, since they already seemed to know it.
The cookie melted in his mouth like sugar. "That's great. It was very thoughtful of you to bring them."
He passed the bag to Rakitin.
"Here, comrade. Try one. They taste like they're fresh from the oven."
David looked back at Lydia, and smiled at her again.
"Your husband's a lucky man, to have a pretty wife who cooks as well as you do."
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Date: 2008-05-04 09:01 pm (UTC)David took the bag and looked inside, cautiously at first, finding of all things, cookies. Small round cookies, golden brown and crisp, smelling faintly of ginger and molasses.
He blinked, realizing belatedly that his look had turned unguarded, the corners of his broad, expressive mouth pulled into a wide smile. His cheeks dimpled when he smiled like that, making him look younger.
David pulled a cookie out of the bag. His mother used to make the same kind.
He decided that if Lydia pulled a Saint Bernard puppy out of her purse next, David would just give up and confess everything, since they already seemed to know it.
The cookie melted in his mouth like sugar. "That's great. It was very thoughtful of you to bring them."
He passed the bag to Rakitin.
"Here, comrade. Try one. They taste like they're fresh from the oven."
David looked back at Lydia, and smiled at her again.
"Your husband's a lucky man, to have a pretty wife who cooks as well as you do."