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“Hi.” I smiled calmly. I gave her some more time before I said, “Maybe he’s…not your type.”
“He is so just my type,” she whined, “Everything was going perfect. XXX I’d pull her out of it sooner or later, but for now I’d just let Mom have her fun, partly because I was too a bit curious to know how they were doing. “Holly has to study. “You need a shower.”
“Oh they’re not that bad.” Megan laughed, actually rising her leg and moving her socked foot close to mom’s face. She was a child. A small sacrifice, for the insignificant possibility of it solving my one and only problem.