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Margret grinned at the thought of a basketball court in the springtime. It felt so long off, but it also felt like something wonderful to look forward too. There were so many things she'd need to learn to do in the course of the next year, handy chores she'd never had to do, physical labor as she learned to build and mend and then languages would need to be learned. So much change it was as much a blessing as it was overwhelming. She would immerse herself in it and not have much time or energy to spare fretting about all that she'd left in the states.
"I would love that." She said and tried to picture what would go into building one and realized she hadn't the foggiest notion.
She was mid swallow when Ciprian began the language lessons and she had a moment to swallow before she quite caught on with what was happening. She repeated back what he'd said, hearing in her voice the subtle differences in intonation and accent that she wasn't sure she'd ever overcome. She repeated back all that he offered and felt a distant familiarity with a few of the words that told her, her time with the CD's wasn't entirely wasted. She even managed to recall the word for chair without too much mangling and beamed with pride when she'd done so.
Something had eased in the room, she felt it long before she noticed it. The talk about basketball, the beginnings of the lessons all relaxed some tension between them that had been growing uncomfortably since she'd forced the hand-holding issue and things had gone sour. The ease was an echo of the comfortable companionship they'd so easily fallen into and it told her they would make it back there again. So long as she didn't scare him off like she scared everyone off.
The brightness in her eyes was back, some of the sparkle was happy tears but mostly it was interest, curiosity and delight. She finished her bowl, sat back in her chair and let her vocabulary grow until he was done and then gathered up the dishes and set to wash them.
"You cooked, it is only fair I wash." She said over her shoulder to him as she held up the bottle of soap and waited for the Romanian translation for it.
"I would love that." She said and tried to picture what would go into building one and realized she hadn't the foggiest notion.
She was mid swallow when Ciprian began the language lessons and she had a moment to swallow before she quite caught on with what was happening. She repeated back what he'd said, hearing in her voice the subtle differences in intonation and accent that she wasn't sure she'd ever overcome. She repeated back all that he offered and felt a distant familiarity with a few of the words that told her, her time with the CD's wasn't entirely wasted. She even managed to recall the word for chair without too much mangling and beamed with pride when she'd done so.
Something had eased in the room, she felt it long before she noticed it. The talk about basketball, the beginnings of the lessons all relaxed some tension between them that had been growing uncomfortably since she'd forced the hand-holding issue and things had gone sour. The ease was an echo of the comfortable companionship they'd so easily fallen into and it told her they would make it back there again. So long as she didn't scare him off like she scared everyone off.
The brightness in her eyes was back, some of the sparkle was happy tears but mostly it was interest, curiosity and delight. She finished her bowl, sat back in her chair and let her vocabulary grow until he was done and then gathered up the dishes and set to wash them.
"You cooked, it is only fair I wash." She said over her shoulder to him as she held up the bottle of soap and waited for the Romanian translation for it.