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That weekend, Sherie and I spent time with Gramma Jo at Pancake Heaven. Little miss had a blast outside with the other kids in the play area, even though she had sworn to me up and down that she was just too old for stuff like this. Ha.
As Momma and I finished up our meal while we watched Sherie through the glass window, she asked, “Marius, what’s wrong?” Damn her sixth sense.
“I’m fine, Momma. Nothing’s wrong.” I lied, and I knew she would catch me in it, but I just couldn’t help myself.
“Honey, I know you. What happened to make your face so damn long? It’s not a man, is it?”
“Well…”
“Marius. Tell me about it.”
So I spilled the beans about my taciturn neighbor and his high-handed ways.
She listened to my sob story, then thought about it for a while. “Sounds like a man who’
