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Mary felt a chill of shock run through her "Are you thinking ofour options open This place is going to get s around," Walt added

She hated the thought of her friend reed anyway "Any idea where you guys will ht about locationjust that here isn’t going to work long-term"

Mary painted on a fake smile and pushed her plate away "You knowith other people’scoroaned "I still can’t believe I broke "

The conversation drifted to the cast, baby Leo, and the excite while Mary helped Walt with the dishes

As Leo started to stir Mary started to make her excuses

"I want to hear all about tohed

"I’ll come over Sunday" Mary let herself out and turned to look back She hated the poorof loneliness when she walked past her car in the garage and into her place

It was quiet

Too quiet

No wonder wo thirty owned cats

Mary shook her head and muttered to the wall, "I hate cats"

Chapter Nine

Dakota had the best shoes, and Mary felt no sha a pricey pair for her date

"You’re like a sister I never had," Mary called out as she ran back hoertips

"I want details"

Dakota stood in the doorith crutches She’dother than sweatpants and was starting to lose the dark circles fro told Mary that Dakota would be sitting at her living roo out when Glen was due to pick her up The thought delighted her

She hadn’t been irl before she’d s about being a wo on her hips and irls" have a little more pow, to the extra eye liner and red on her lips This was the let’s go out and have fun Marythe Mary that didn’t present herself to her clients, and didn’t appear too often

She slid her hands down her hips and turned to the side The newest of her black power dresses hugged her waist and stopped short of her knees The cap sleeves offered style to the neckline that dipped low enough to be enticing but high enough to avoid advertising her cup size Not bad

Her mass of curly blonde hair had a mind of its own She messed with a few bits in the front, put way too much hair spray over them to ta it up, but Dakota usually helped her with that style and Mary wasn’t about to ask

She was sliding her feet into her borrowed strappy Pradas when the doorbell rang

One look out the front ed her a black sedan, the kind that had a hired driver, sat at the curb