CHAPTER THREE
"Darling," I called to Frank just as he was leaving for the office the next morning, "try to be home early."
"Why?" he called back impatiently.
"Because we have a dinner engagement."
"Oh, s**t, who with?" he hissed, the irritation in his voice cutting all the way across the house.
""The Millers."
"Who're they??'
"Some new people I met. They're very nice."
"Oh, s**t," he cursed again. "You know how I hate meeting new people."
"But it's your business-you do it all day long in the insurance business."
"That's for money," he snapped. "This is for dinner."
Same old Frank. Never-do-anything-new Frank. "Well, we're going," I stood my ground. "And I expect you to be on time."
"All right... all right," he finally gave in, "I can't argue. I'm late for work already."
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