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“And then what happened?” Carrie asked, swallowing the last bite of her hamburger.
I swallowed, wiped my mouth with my napkin, and took a swig of my water. “And, then she moves down the bar and sits next to me.”
Carrie’s grin stretched across her face. “All the while her husband is watching?”
I nodded. We were having lunch outside our building seated on a picnic table on the day following my visit to the Vault. I had already told Carrie the story, but she wanted to hear it again.
“And this bimbo even offered you money?”
I wouldn’t describe her as a bimbo, but I could appreciate where Carrie was coming from. “I didn’t stick around to know how high she would have bid.”
“That’s an alternative for you if your business really sours,” she teased. “What if her husband wasn’t there?”
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