I AM YOURS TO PLAY
Before I could start, Reynolds’ wife, Linda, entered, her robe tied tight, her smile kind but tired, followed by their two daughters, the younger one from the door and an older one, maybe twelve, carrying a tray of cookies and juice.
“Hi, you’re welcome to our home, you must be hungry,” Linda said, setting the tray down, her voice gentle.
“Thank you Ma’am, and I’m sorry for intruding into your home by this time of the night,” I replied with a nod and a smile.
She just waved her hands and smiled back. The girls hovered, the younger one giggling, the older one eyeing me curiously.
“Come on, girls, it's time for bed. Let’s leave daddy to discuss work,” Linda said, but they lingered, the younger
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