Lorna took a moment to massage the bridge of her nose, trying to stop the throbbing. It didn't work, but it had been worth a try, "Was?" she asked, "I'm sorry, it's really not my business." Now she was just being snoopy. Great.
Oh look, honey in a bear. She hadn't had that kind in years. In what really was extremely funny for a hard core caffeine addict, her Mom had this thing with organic honey. The smell of the chamomile started to fill up the room as the tea steeped. It was like breathing in the past, which she did, deeply.
But of course, this wasn't Paris and her mother had been gone for years. It was odd how the little things lived on.