Oh, this was delightful. Whatever he'd caught her doing, Frida's cheeks were already hot with humiliation, and with every movement she made or word she spoke, she made things worse for herself. She was hiding something, no question.
(It was probably something pornographic.)
Nothing, she said, as though there was an ounce of innocence in that. "'Course you were," Kris agreed, still in that friendly tone that he had never before spoken to his sister in unless he wanted something. "You're right, you know, I should," he said, leaning forwards slightly across the table towards her, poised and ready. "Maybe I'll just - take one of yours -" Kristoffer launched forwards to snatch off the top book she'd so purposely placed over whatever it was she was trying to hide. She'd have no time to hide it now.
(It was probably something pornographic.)
Nothing, she said, as though there was an ounce of innocence in that. "'Course you were," Kris agreed, still in that friendly tone that he had never before spoken to his sister in unless he wanted something. "You're right, you know, I should," he said, leaning forwards slightly across the table towards her, poised and ready. "Maybe I'll just - take one of yours -" Kristoffer launched forwards to snatch off the top book she'd so purposely placed over whatever it was she was trying to hide. She'd have no time to hide it now.
