Brown Betty

My eyes kept darting to the teapot, a dull little thing of chipped brown shiny china. Ridiculous I thought. Seems like a lot of work.

It made no sense, I didn’t drink warm tea as far as Julien was aware. And so I waited, reading my book; I could feel him watching me from the corners of his eyes. I waited until he left the room.

As his form passed through the doorway it was there again, the little glance at the Brown Betty teapot. Glazed and round with a long spout.

Julien sauntered over as if to fetch an apple, yet all i really wanted to do was to look inside the teapot.

I couldn’t wait to taste!

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