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DARCY
“I don’t believe it,” I said slowly, recognizing the woman I spotted across the street.
Charlie laughed. “You look like you’ve seen the Ghost of Christmas Past there, buddy,” he noticed.
“You’re not too far off,” I said, gesturing. “Over there. My ex-wife.”
Charlie looked in the direction I was pointing. “Which one?”
I could have strangled the smartass. “What do you mean, which one? The woman, idiot.”
“No, I mean which ex-wife,” Charlie said. “You’ve had so many, you know.”
“The third Mrs. Darcy,” I said. “Over there, with that man.”
Charlie grinned. “Looks like she traded up, bud,” he commented. “He’s a lot younger than you.”
“So is she,” I said, heading across the busy street. Charlie reluctantly followed, muttering something about it not being a good idea.
“Duchess!”
