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The Horndog Gets Roasted
In view of my recent transgressions with Vivi, backdoor communication with Audrey seemed unwise. But I was more than curious. If she was the one dogging me, I wanted to know — and I especially wanted to know what she knew or thought she knew. It was not a time to trust in the lastingness of old relationships. Once again, it was a time to be paranoid.
And I missed Hector. So the logical plan was to induce Felicia to invite the two of them, if indeed they were still a couple, over for dinner. We could show off the house, have a chin-wag, and bask in our newfound status as dues-paying members of the bourgeoisie. Maybe we could even find out whether they had marriage plans. Certainly they'd want to know whether we were working on getting pregnant. Which, I was co
