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She turns to me with a question in her eyes. When she sees how intently I’m looking at her, her expression turns alarmed.
“Oh God. Hurry up and tell me before I think the worst.”
“Reach in my pocket.”
Eva rolls her eyes. “Honey. Did I or did I not just tell you to keep it in your pants? We’re in the babies’ room, for goodness’ sake!”
“Woman,” I say firmly, turning her toward me and taking her face in my hands, “do as you’re told for once and reach. Into. My. Pocket.”
Her look sours. But then a miracle occurs, and she relents.
“Fine. Since this particular pair of pants you’re wearing only contains two pockets, and not the usual twenty-two, I’ll reach. But if you’ve got a hole strategically cut somewhere, mister . . .”
My heavy sigh makes her smile.
But when she reaches in
