Andy let her grin break into an actual smile at that: she loved hearing Booker read. She was equally proficient at it herself: there wasn't a language yet invented she couldn't learn, couldn't puzzle out with a day in a local market, but she liked his voice, the way it soothed and rolled along, just rough enough around the edges.
"I'd like that. It's been too long since we read to each other." It used to be a far more common occurrence, before radio, when they'd had long, long hours to fill and nothing else to do.
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Date: 2020-09-15 02:45 am (UTC)"I'd like that. It's been too long since we read to each other." It used to be a far more common occurrence, before radio, when they'd had long, long hours to fill and nothing else to do.