My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

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“No.”

“Or April.”

“No.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face.

“God.”

The storage room door opened halfway and James stepped in.

We all stared at each other.

He blinked at the folding chairs, then at me, then at Marty holding a sixty-page contract in a catering closet.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m clearly late to something ugly.”

James Learns the Rest

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