Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the apartment. Sarah's furtive glances, the way she kept ducking into the pantry to make a call, was a source of great personal satisfaction. I found it irresistible.

She was usually so open, so honest, that this sudden air of secrecy was an amusing delight. The whole situation reminded me of a spy novel, and I was the eager reader.

I sat at the kitchen table, buttering a slice of toast, listening to her whispered tones, and a grin started spreading on my face.