She stopped because no one was shouting.
I was halfway bent to grab the broom. I set it down instead.
The room held its breath around us. The broken mug lay in white pieces among a spill of coffee creeping toward the table leg. Emily stood rigid, eyes squeezed shut, arms shielding her head from a blow that was not coming.
“Em,” I said.
Slowly she opened her eyes.
“It’s just a mug.”
She looked at the floor, at me, then back at the floor again as if the script in her mind and the reality in front of her were still arguing. “I broke it.”
“Then we sweep it up.”
Her mouth trembled. “You’re not angry.”
“No.”
“But it was your favorite.”
I glanced at the fish painted on the shard nearest my boot. “It was one of many objects in this house designed to hold hot bean water.”
A startled laugh escaped her, followed immediately by tears. “That is such a disgusting way to describe coffee.”
“I’m not in the business of romance before breakfast.”
She began to cry in earnest then, not from fear but from the simple unbearable mercy of no punishment. I took the dustpan, knelt, and started gathering pieces. After a moment she crouched too, careful of her healing ribs, and helped. We swept the last glittering fragments into the trash together.
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