That Beguiling Smile

A withered apple core sits on the desk, leaning to the side, looking less like an apple now and more like a raisin. It has been there for days.

She comes into the room and sits beside me in the other chair, as she often does in the evening, rolling to just behind my left shoulder, radiating a smile that I can see without turning my head. I continue typing.

How long are you going to let that apple sit there? she asks.

I am ashamed, but I hide it behind a smile and some smart alec comment that hearing it makes me realize just where my son comes by his smarty-pantsishness. We chuckle.

I chuckle. She chuckles. I smile. And so does she. But who knows what thoughts lurk behind that beguiling smile of hers.

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