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Joanne walked up the stairs to her home with purpose.
"Jo?" Anthony was confused with the way she was suddenly behaving. Just a while ago, she was in the car grooving to the radio as if she hadn't just left the hospital where her brother-in-law lay with a gunshot wound.
"Go to your wife, Tony. I am going to my room." She announced as she walked in the door.
Rubina was in the living room, in her favorite arm chair which once used to be her husband's and which she always insisted on bringing whenever they moved, and this time she had sure hoped that it would be the last time they were moving because she sure felt like the present house was perfect, and the chair fitted perfectly into the living room, by the fireplace.
She stood up as soon as she saw her '
