Willow
“Andrews decision." Bunny cried as she came down the stairs and saw me in the great room. "Have you had lunch yet?" "Yes." It was nearly four o'clock, and she was just thinking of lunch? "Oh, poo. I'm sorry I wasn't down in time for you. I hate eating alone, don't you?" I was about to tell her I hadn't eaten alone but thought maybe it was better I didn't. I just thought Thatcher would feel more comfortable if his mother didn't know our comings and goings. "These days, I'm a golf widow. You know ...how they call some women football widows during the football season? Well, when Asher gets into his golf game. I had better find things to occupy myself and friends to join me. or I'll be staring at the walls waiting for him to remember he has a wife. At least I'm grateful he's not Michael Strentchild. Do you know Michael Strentchild?" "No," I said. "Of course you do. He's the grandson of Strentchild cutlery, the biggest cutlery company in North America. He was divorced recently, a bad divorce, and do you know what he went and did?" "What?" "He had his wife's face put on all his golf balls just so he could smack at her.MoreLess
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