26. LORAINE
I stealthily walked through the door of the house. Considering the time, even if Mark isn’t what we can call an early bird, it’s a safe bet that he has already been asleep for a long time. I feel like a teenager who just broke curfew and is afraid of being caught by her parents. In my own house, this is ridiculous! However, my stomach is complaining. Between the fact that the portions at the restaurant were microscopic (it was the first time in my life that I ordered ravioli and there were only two on the plate) and the somersaults at the end of the evening, I tell myself that nibbling something before going to sleep would not be a luxury. I hate to starve in the middle of the night. I open the refrigerator, secretly hoping to find a nice little dish cooked by Mark. I love it when he lea
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