She felt sticky and ashamed when he dropped her off a block away from the McCloskey house as she had requested. ‘But I’ve known that for years. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. But it was only six-thirty. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. “Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath.
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