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That night I wore the ugliest unflattering clothes I think I’ve ever worn Theoutfit I think I could find, which wasn’t so hard because I’ around scantily clad Still, as my mother was born with a black credit card in her hand, ner wear

I bypassed it all and chose instead to wear one of dad’s old button-doith a pair of jeans The shirt ca, and still, as I rolled the sleeves up to e that looked back at

I didn’t want that I wanted Mrs Masters not to see ain in the future? I do not know, but I knew if I wanted thatto open up even further, then tonight I have to make such an impression on her that she’d seeteen just there to do the job

I let the sleeves down and buttoned the pearl white shirt all the way to ht too eye-catching It was my face Naked of any makeup, just the sheen from the moisturizer I’d smoothed into loss that I’ve worn since I was ten, and still there was tooforth

It was ht that appeared at the thought of seeing hiuilt I would’ve felt had he been any other married man Maybe because inthis was the case for ns and no desire to do anything more than babysit their kids

I pulled my hair back in a ponytail at my nape and removed all adornments except for the four-carat beveled dia with so o No, these stays Even though they drew attention toto make the sacrifice

I surprisedthe road I had walked so many times as a child I could close my eyes and still end up on his doorstep There was a time when I’d counted how many steps it took from my home to his Is it pathetic that I still know that number, even today, after so many years?

I keptthe doorbell and set my face in as plain an expression as I could achieve It wouldn’t have , well, not nothing entirely; it was good practice; because I’ht wore off, she’d remember

But right now, as she opened the door, that hunized the look I’d seen it on my mother’s face countless times before It’s the look of a social butterfly who’s in her element She has finally found an arena in which to show off her plus, and while in that state, nothing else even co her

“Hello, Mrs Masters” I saw the slight flinch, her response to my melodic voice Since I don’t yell and never use my voice overly much, it tends to have a rather silky smooth cadence to it But it wasn’t the tenor of my voice that made her jump like that just then It was the re in

I saw it in her face; she was questioning even for that millisecond, her decision to open that ider after she’d closed it so safely But her need to be surrounded by reater at that ht pose, so she stepped back with a s to let me in

I listened dutifully to the instructions she gave, took the sheet of paper with her number, and for some odd reason, her parents’ numbers, but not his I did not show any interest in this oversight whatsoever, did not even act like I knew she had a husband

She excused herself to go finish getting dressed, and he ca after “Oh, hello, Jenny, isn’t it?” I turned fro the bottles of expressed milk to warm up per his wife’s instructions to look at him