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n a race to open Sasha’s iPad before she returned with more tea, Red tripped over the puppy. It cried, and she picked it up. “Sorry, sorry, buddy,” she said. It still didn’t have a name. Peter was an i***t. A goddamn dog apology? Why not diamonds, or a nanny? Or a spa retreat? And why did they have to drink hot tea all day long? Sasha swore black tea would keep them young forever. Red didn’t want to be young again; she just didn’t want to feel old. She clicked open the iMessages app and searched the last stream of text messages between the happy couple.
GOD!ESSS: Where were you?
An hour later.
GOD!ESSS: You missed the babies’ checkup. They’re fine. I’m fine. In case you still care.
Two hours later.
GOD!ESSS: We have to talk.
TRUELOVEP: At sound check. Call you later.
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