“Oh. Isn't that your husband?" the mayor's wife said.

“Mm-hmm. He is." I mumbled.

George hurried over to Ted first, who was about to get into my car, pulled him close, and gave him a peck on the forehead.

Maria came next and continued fussing over him as George left them and headed our way. He looked handsome and well put together, but I didn’t find him attractive, nor did I have any feelings for him. The feeling was mutual, he hated my guts, and I hated his too.

““Look who we have here!” George exclaimed with delight as he approached us. “You keep looking good every day, Linda.”

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