afternoon tea

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Janet's apartment is a studio, but it takes the casual visitor a moment to realize that; she's set up almost-ceiling-high bookshelves to create the semblance of internal walls, partitioning off a closet-sized "bedroom" from the only slightly larger "living room" next to the kitchen. They've had full meetings here before, but not often; the abridged space can seat twelve people, but not comfortably.

When Greg arrives, stamping snow off his boots in the hallway, Tara's already ensconced on the couch with her hands wrapped around a mug of tea. "Todd can't make it," Janet says apologetically as she stands aside to let Greg in. "He called about a half-hour ago."

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Nobody needs to answer that.




"So I've got an interview with this temp agency next week," Janet says, apparently to the cat in her lap.

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"Oh, hey, great," Greg says. "I, um. I haven't gotten any nibbles yet." He hasn't been trying as hard as he should, he knows.

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"Yeah, I'm still temping off the books in my mom's office," says Tara with a smile and a shrug, in a voice that's meant to sound easy and almost makes it. "It'll keep me in groceries till I find something better."

Rent is another story, but not one she's about to get into.

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Silence puddles around them again.


"So I was looking at the High Speech database this morning," Greg says eventually. "And I realized we don't have the taheen names broken down and included. Did we have a discussion about that or was it just an oversight, I can't remember?"

"That was my call," Tara says, bristling, but only minorly. (She's the only one with any linguistics background--an oversight, in retrospect.) "Why?"

The truth is, even Janet welcomes the ensuing argument, despite her attempts to broker the peace and eventual retreat into the kitchen. It--

Well, it feels like old times.