[It's the blank look that trips her up. For a second, there's something almost sort of vaguely familiar about it. Fatima can't quite put her finger on it. And it's gone almost as quickly as it came, that flash of familiarity. But its presence lingers in her chest.
What she wouldn't give, sometimes, to have Auntie Diana's ability to read people like tea leaves. Sometimes, she thinks, it would make her life so much easier. If not a little more lonely.
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What she wouldn't give, sometimes, to have Auntie Diana's ability to read people like tea leaves. Sometimes, she thinks, it would make her life so much easier. If not a little more lonely.
Shaking it off, she sighs.]
A really stupid dance. Not important.
What do you mean, "Matches or somethin' else?"