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Peter
I give Danny an evening off and pick up Sara myself, too eager to see her to wait the extra few minutes necessary for her to get home. I’m glad she’s neither volunteering at the clinic tonight nor has a performance, because even the hours she spends at work are too much time apart for me.
I need her with me. Always.
She comes out of her office building, her hazel eyes searching the street—looking for Danny, no doubt—when I open the car door and step out.
Her gaze immediately swings to me, and a smile lights her pretty face as she heads my way. It’s a warm summer day, and she’s wearing a sleeveless gray dress that hugs her ballerina-like frame. Her shiny chestnut waves bounce around her slender shoulders as she walks, and I’m again reminded of a fifties Hollywood starlet trans
