A shiver ran down Minnie's spine when she felt Tom's hand on her elbow. She turned slowly on her heel to face him. "Tom," she nodded. She felt as though she might vomit. But probably not. It was always hard to tell, when Tom was around.
"I can't imagine it was terribly successful," she said wryly. "Why would you risk getting stepped on by a troll just to watch a ballet?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and grinned, despite how nervous she was.
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