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STARTING OVER
Isaiah was sitting alone at the kitchen table drinking his tea and eating a piece of apple pie that his wife had fixed for him before she turned in for the night. Mary couldn’t sleep a wink she was worried about, Grant. Instead of tossing and turning she got out of bed and threw on a nightgown that was given to her. She crept down the steps and was going to head outside for a smoke when she caught a glimpse of Isaiah sitting at the kitchen table. She approached him as she would any friend. She was close enough to reach out and touch his shoulder. When he spun around in his chair with a handgun aimed at her head, she let out a shriek of terror.
“Damn girl!” Isaiah hissed. He lowered the g*n, but not before scolding her like he would a child, “Don’t ever sneak up on a man
