[ he helps her in resetting the board piece by piece, a mess of pawns and bishops and knights all in various places, frozen where they stand. peter smiles a little bit as he moves each piece, deliberate and careful to center each one squarely where it ought to be until white and black and soundly posed against one another again, board shifted to the present. he leans back a little to admire their work.
this peaceful place puts his mind at ease, a car with a low-purring engine now put to park, keys pocketed. ]
(Have your pick of the two. You're the lady of the house, after all.)
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this peaceful place puts his mind at ease, a car with a low-purring engine now put to park, keys pocketed. ]
( Have your pick of the two. You're the lady of the house, after all. )