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

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For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Finally, I smiled.

“That sounds perfectly fine.”

Her pen stopped moving.

Calm acceptance always unsettled Eleanor far more than disagreement.

Just then James joined us, adjusting the cuff of his tuxedo.

“You both look wonderful,” he said warmly. “Everything ready?”

“Almost,” Eleanor answered. “Some people continue reading …