onto his shoulder?

“How do you know him?” I asked.

A sad smile crossed her face. “I knew him a long time ago.”

That was not an answer. Before I could ask more, she stood.

“I should go.”

“Wait.”

“Who are you?”

For a moment I thought she might finally explain. Instead, she shook her head.

“That’s a conversation you need to have with your husband.”

Then she turned continue reading …

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