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Anna.
As Mary walks through my door, her wide smile is infectious, accentuated by the twinkle of her black mini dress that sparkles in the light. With her arms held wide, she presents two bottles like treasures, exclaiming, “I come bearing gifts!”
I take the bottles from her, my gaze lingering on her outfit. “Looking sexy! Where are you off to?”
She nudges my arm playfully as we saunter into the kitchen. “We are going out! My mom is staying with us for a bit, so she’s taking care of Matthew.”
A flicker of hesitation takes hold of me. I’d rather stay in, nursing my thoughts with more alcohol to cope with today’s stress and the nagging worry of losing business. As I open the sourz apple, the sharp scent wafts up, making my mouth water. “And your husband?”
Her body shimmies with care
