Mark was out, god knows where, though Maureen was actually at home for once, sprawled out on her bed with an open old issue of Cosmo she'd gotten from the rec room, painting her nails.
When she heard the knock, she got up and opened the door carefully with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, the two nails she hadn't gotten to yet.
"Jack!" She grinned at him. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
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Date: 2008-04-24 01:55 am (UTC)When she heard the knock, she got up and opened the door carefully with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, the two nails she hadn't gotten to yet.
"Jack!" She grinned at him. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"