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“Out for my birthday dinner,” I said.
“Seventy today?”
“That’s right.”
“Your son picking you up?”
I hesitated. “No. He’s busy with work.”
Something flickered across Richard’s face—pity, maybe, or anger. He’d known Leonard. He knew what kind of woman I was.
“Well, you deserve a wonderful evening. You look like you’re ready for one.”
The taxi ride downtown continue reading …
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