I raised up enough to gaze back over my body and see Richard there on his knees. The ones that were so automatic that I didn't usually notice them. She looked at me, very serious again. I remembered last night at the club, and how we'd been joined tighter, closer, than ever before.
Oh, hell, just get down here. I stayed by the phone for a second or two, watching Nathaniel's angry back at the garbage can where he was depositing the broken dish and dead butter. Besides, why should I worry about being pretty? It was Tammy and Larry's day, not mine. Not because of the way I looked and what I could do with my body.
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