The paper felt damp from her pocket.

Emma turned around and walked silently back to her chair.

She picked up a blue crayon and started drawing heavy circles on her blank page.

Mark poured the iced tea and handed me a tall glass.

Condensation dripped down the sides and onto my fingers.

“So,” Mark said.

“What brings you by on a Thursday evening?”

“Just making sure you two have enough for the weekend,” I said.