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“Oh, okay. Sure,” she said. “Sounds good.”The kissing and the hugging went on for a good length of time. Then we were sipping our after-dinner...martinis.“Guests?” she said.“The folks at the Sand Bar of course. But who else would you have in mind?” I said, wondering at her facial expression.“Your family, maybe, your daughter... ?” she said. I frowned.“They are not my family,” I said.“Okay, okay, just asking,” she said. “We’ll table that one for another time. Okay?” I nodded, though tabling. “We are a family. Dave loves us both. I am officially married to Dave. We got married before Pat was killed. Her death was a shock to all of us and I think that our coming together is the way we adjusted to the loss. Now I cannot imagine us being any different.”I smiled. “I am that way about my Bill,” I said. “And his daughter moved in with us a week after we married...”“But she is not...”“Oh, no,” I blurted. “Nothing like that. But she’s two years younger than me and I worry about...”“You are. More

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