Twenty Three

“I’m home,” I announced when I entered the house.

“You’re early. I just started cooking dinner.”

“I don’t have anything else to do in the office. Gabriel also let me go early because he’s busy with Gene.”

“I hear jealousy.”

“God! I’m not jealous, Dianne!”

“Okay, if you say so,” she winked. “How did it go?” she asked while I was taking my shoes off. I looked at her blankly. “The thank giving.”

“Oh, that. I didn’t have a chance to do it,” I said. "I assume he knows how thankful I am.”

“Maybe,” she said and made her way back to the kitchen to continue her cooking.

“Okay,” I said simply and without gusto. “I’ll just change into something comfortable and come back to help you.”

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