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Blanche’s first class had gone well yesterday, with ten happy older women who’d chatted easily and worked for two hours. Today Naida had gone to an early lunch, and this class would be a single hour over lunchtime.
Helena was the first to arrive, and Blanche nearly dropped the scissors she was holding when Anton came in with her.
He kissed Helena briefly on the cheek. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
The easy affection between them was like needles in the pincushion of her heart. William had never shown affection to her in front of others. In fact, a bystander wouldn’t have known she was his wife in public except on the rare occasions when he’d stand next to her as they greeted guests.
Blanche turned her back and put the scissors down before anyone could notice her flushed cheeks.
“I ca
