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Brett sat next to me at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. His eyes were dimmed, making me suspect that I wasn’t the only one who had endured a restless night. Seeming to overcompensate, he flirted with Betty and Mae. He was shameless, and they loved it. Both ladies, in their early eighties, giggled as Brett waggled his eyebrows at them, telling them how he wouldn’t be able to resist such beautiful and ageless women.
A skilled liar. I’d have to remember that. Suddenly I was reminded of the late-night text, but I shoved it back out. It was such a silly thing to worry about. I’d show the text to Brett later and we’d get a laugh from it.
Truly, the ladies were sweet, but beautiful and ageless they were not. Their personalities made up for what nature had never bestowed.
“You are such a
