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What Happens in Burma
Elizabeth was humming softly to herself coming down the stairs then paused abruptly as Peter's voice suddenly floated up to her.
"Hi, dad, it's me – Peter … No, no, everything is fine, we are fine. I just thought I'd call and ask how you are doing? … Yeah? Good … Good … Tonight? … Uh-huh … Who's coming over? … That's great … Well, you know. Always the same. Chasing bad guy and catching them. And other things … No – no, it's just. This last one it was – kind of – about fathers and sons and – and it was just one of those cases that make you realize how, well, fortunate you have been. Yourself."
On the stairs Elizabeth quietly touched her fingertips to her mouth, blinking back tears. Finally Peter spoke again with a little chuckle.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess that was a compliment, dad … Nah. Don't worry. I'm fine. I just – I want to fix this and I can't and – you know me, it's driving me up the walls … Sure. Nobody can … Are those your guests? … No! No, no, no, no, I don't want to keep you! Have fun, all of you … Yeah, I'm sure. It's been good talking to you, dad. Bye, enjoy the game."
Elizabeth took a deep breath and slowly went down the rest of the stairs. Peter sat on the couch, phone dangling loosely in his hand and on impulse she went over to him, tilted his head up and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
"Hmm," Peter hummed when she finally released him, "How did I earn that?"
"Oh, I don't know," El replied light-heartedly, heading for the kitchen, "I just felt in the mood."