Yonah raised his eyebrows at her, bemused. “Abrupt, yes. Also, honest. You don’t want to go to my parents for the first days?”
Yonah set the two Tradition soups on the counter. It was the only thing Estee had been eating this week, and he decided to get involved. Better than Fruity Pebbles again; that had been lunch.
“Thanks,” she said weakly, taking one with shaking hands.
She’d been doing a lot better, but then she’d caught a cold, and was now completely wiped out. Yonah felt terrible for her. He also kept trying to remember life before the nausea and fatigue and was kind of drawing a blank.
They sipped in companionable silence. Autumn had turned the evening air chilly, and soup lent a cozy atmosphere to the small apartment.
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