Rehab
This afternoon, I was wrapping a Christmas gift when Oana came into the room, still in her robe from her shower.
As she began telling me something, I noticed something on the bottom of her nose. "What? Do I have something in my nose?" she asked, noticing me staring. She tilted her head up, revealing a fine white powder on the sides of her nostrils.
I wiped some of the powder off with the tip of my finger, and showed her, giving her a quizzical look. Her mouth dropped open in horror, and a wash of guilt crept over her face. "Oh no!" she said. "You caught me."
Caught what? My mind began to race. Did my girlfriend have a secret drug habit? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Or some kind of odd cosmetic ritual for nose hair removal? Was her stuffing coming out?
As she licked her lips, the answer became apparent. Icing sugar! From one of a whole plate of Romanian apple pastries, placinta cu mere, which have been lurking temptingly on a plate in the middle of the living room since yesterday. The pastries continued to dwindle in number all day long, but I never saw one actually disappear. But now, the secret is out.
As she began telling me something, I noticed something on the bottom of her nose. "What? Do I have something in my nose?" she asked, noticing me staring. She tilted her head up, revealing a fine white powder on the sides of her nostrils.
I wiped some of the powder off with the tip of my finger, and showed her, giving her a quizzical look. Her mouth dropped open in horror, and a wash of guilt crept over her face. "Oh no!" she said. "You caught me."
Caught what? My mind began to race. Did my girlfriend have a secret drug habit? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Or some kind of odd cosmetic ritual for nose hair removal? Was her stuffing coming out?
As she licked her lips, the answer became apparent. Icing sugar! From one of a whole plate of Romanian apple pastries, placinta cu mere, which have been lurking temptingly on a plate in the middle of the living room since yesterday. The pastries continued to dwindle in number all day long, but I never saw one actually disappear. But now, the secret is out.