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Get In The Car, Christiana

Grace Grandi
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Chapter 39: Get In The Car, Christiana

**Christiana’s POV**

“Do you want a husband?”

I turned my head sharply at the sound of the question, half expecting it to be some kind of street joke.

The woman standing beside me was short, round-faced, and wearing a floral headscarf that was tied under her chin like something out of an old movie. She had a purse tucked under one arm and a grocery bag under the other. Her smile was wide, mischievous.

“What?” I asked, certain I had misheard her.

“A husband,” she repeated, as if she were offering me a cup of coffee. “Free of charge. My son needs a wife, and you...” she waved a hand up and down in my direction “... you are too beautiful to be standing at a bus stop alone in Houston.”

I blinked at her. “That’s… very generous of you, but...”

“You don’t have to answer now,” she said, cutting me off. “He’s handsome, works construction, doesn’t drink too much, and has all his teeth. You would be lucky.”

I let out a startled laugh, sha
Grace Grandi

I laughed while I wrote this, what did you feel while you read this?

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