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"He likes you"

Mary set her spoon down "I know I’ve told hi I’ll change my mind"

Carla leaned forward on her forear with the exclusive boyfriend?"

Mary found her happy place "He’s fabulous"

Mary decided she spent her life on the phone She’d just put a tea pod into her Keurig coffee

"Mary Kildare"

"You’re a bitch!" Feh her mail "Who is this?"

"I cannot believe you had Jacob hauled into the police station First you tell him about my affair, then you do thisto what? Cover your ass?"

"Nina"

"You knoas told that therapists were just as screwed up as their clients But you take it to a whole new level"

It took every ounce of energy to avoid engaging in an arguly obvious that the Golfs could both benefit fro a psychiatrist "I’m sorry you feel that way Please understand that after o to the authorities"

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to walk away fro hi You’re such a bitch How do you even know ain? Look in the eful" The wo to have a productive conversation I’m truly sorry you feel the way you do--"

"You’re not sorry for anything You will be I’llup

Mary tossed her phone on the counter "I do not have the energy for this today"

She took her lukewarm tea outside on her back patio and tried to call Glen

It went to instant voice e "It see each other Leta little better Between the flowers, theme quite spoiled Thank you for all of it The bad newsJacob wasn’t a erprints Which puts us back at square one Another one ofI don’t even knohere to start looking I’ has been quiet No peeping Tohed at her words "Now I have Jacob’s wife on a raainit’s frustrating Doesn’t help that I don’t feel a hundred percent And I miss you I really hope you miss me as much as I h school, but I would hate to be the only one this pent up with longing Boy, that sounded terribly sappy I should probably delete this e I won’t, but I probably should AnywayI’et this before tentoward that hundred percent mark for tomorrow Talk soon"

She looked at the phone in her hand and opened a picture that was taken of the two of them when they went to Catalina If it wasn’t for the swie stick on her lock screen so that every tilanced at the ti every thirty minutes after nine o’clock No one spoke, just called, breathed, and listened