“said Ginny. Carla was on her living-room floor doing sit-ups, her flat stomach sheeny with perspiration but her ability to speak unimpeded. “Have you called him?” “I can’t.” “So you’re just going to wait?” “What other choice do I have?” Carla shrugged in mid-sit-up. “Call him.” “No! The thing is, I don’t understand it. He’s so nice when I do see him. He really seems to like me. He said he’d be in touch and he said it as if he meant it. So I believed him.” Ginny heaved a ...sigh and glanced over at the TV, where a guilty-looking bearded character in an Aussie soap was being confronted by both his wife and his mistress. (“Noelene, ya don’t understind, I kin explain ivrything…”) Following the direction of her gaze, Carla said, “Maybe he’s seeing someone else.” This had already crossed Ginny’s mind.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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