Me!” She turned to look at him, “Which one do you think?” “What’s wrong?” He asked, coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. “Help me.” She said without turning around. Her hair was wet and piled up on top of her head, but a couple strands hung down to surround her face in soft rings. His wife stood before their bed, dressed in slacks and an old t-shirt while staring down at three outfits spread out on the bed. He quickly climbed the stairs and traveled their bedroom. The soft smile he only allowed to show when he was at home stole over his face. ![]() His voice rang out in the empty expanse of the front entry and then reverberated throughout the rest of the house. His stomach growled, but he didn’t have time to deal with his hunger he had just enough time to get dressed before it would be time for Anthea and him to drive to the party. ![]() The clock on the fireplace mantle chimed the seventh hour as he passed the door to the living room. He arrived home an hour and a half later than he had intended.
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