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The ringing of the phone awoke Cory. Yawning, she picked it up. “Hello.”
“Did I awake you?” asked Don. “It’s eight o’clock already.”
“It’s good you did. I’ve lots to do before going to the office.”
“How about postponing your to-do list and come for a walk on the beach and then I’ll take you to breakfast? We can have lunch another day. I’m eager to see you.”
“You’re tempting me, Don Koppel. You’re evil.”
“Succumb, dear lass.”
“Okay. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes, dear lad.”
Mundane chores like marketing, gardening, and housework were low priorities. She preferred a beach walk with a pleasant companion.
They chatted as they walked, sharing highlights of their histories, drawing them closer.
“I divorced eons ago,” Don said. “We were too young for marriage. Governed by our
