“Something wrong?”
For a long moment, Janet stared into space, her mind far away, but then, finally, she blinked and smiled.
“Here,” said Paul, “let me clean that up.”
She waved him to stay where he was. “I’ve got to do something around here. Besides, I’m perfectly capable of cleaning up my own messes.”
He grinned at her as she blotted up the coffee. “And to answer your question,” she said, “no, there’s nothing wrong at all.”