She Took Me to the Hallway to Explain My “Place”

pressed her lips together, then gave a single tight nod, not to either of us exactly, and went back inside.

Her heels clicked over the terrace threshold.

Then gone.

James rubbed one hand over his face.

“Well,” he said. “Thanksgiving should be disgusting.”

I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my clutch.

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