Zatanna nodded, hiding a smile as she discreetly slid a napkin across the table. "Well, I can keep a secret." She studied her cocoa intently. It was one thing to decide to share something she'd guarded so closely all these years, but something else entirely to actually nerve herself up to do it. "And now I think maybe I owe you one. Hang on a minute."
She got up and went into the guest room to dig to the very bottom of a cedar chest that sat in the corner. Underneath a hodgepodge of mementos--her tux-and-tails stage costume with the fishnet stockings, still only a little snug in places; some more of Dad's old things, and the few belongings she had of her mother's; assorted photos, post cards, gifts from old beaus and old friends, some now dead--lay a thick, battered scrapbook dating back decades. She lifted it out carefully, shut the lid, and carried it back to the table, pausing by her bedroom door until she heard John's faint snores and fighting to still the slight tremor in her hands.
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She got up and went into the guest room to dig to the very bottom of a cedar chest that sat in the corner. Underneath a hodgepodge of mementos--her tux-and-tails stage costume with the fishnet stockings, still only a little snug in places; some more of Dad's old things, and the few belongings she had of her mother's; assorted photos, post cards, gifts from old beaus and old friends, some now dead--lay a thick, battered scrapbook dating back decades. She lifted it out carefully, shut the lid, and carried it back to the table, pausing by her bedroom door until she heard John's faint snores and fighting to still the slight tremor in her hands.