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Too close for comfort

Too close for comfort

“Hilary, there are flowers for you here,” my office’s receptionist sung into the phone as she called me from our other location, which is about half a mile from where I work.    “Flowers?  For me? There? That is so strange.  Who are they from?” I asked.   “I don’t know.  Come over and find out,” she happily answered.   “Alright,” I replied as I grabbed my car keys.  “I will come over.”  But, before I left my office I…

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How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

We sat around the table, six friends who haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.   The food was passed.  The wine was flowing.  We joked.  We laughed.  The mood was light, and levity filled the air.    But then, as if a cool wind blew, the mood changed, instantly.  Someone asked the question, “How is Walter doing?”  The answer wasn’t good.  Walter wasn’t well.  Walter was actually in very bad shape, and it was clear, Walter wasn’t going…

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Close encounters of the preparedness kind

Close encounters of the preparedness kind

   My husband, Marc, and I pulled into his brother’s driveway.  As he put the car in park, I turned to him and said, “I don’t want to go in there.”    “Why?  What’s wrong?”    “I am afraid to see the cat,” I replied.   Just a few days before, their beloved cat was hit by a car, broke her leg, and needed her tail amputated.  “I am afraid I will cry when I see her with no tail.  I…

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Hate Love Relationship

Hate Love Relationship

“Oh my God, you have to try these olives,” I said to my husband, Marc, as we sat in the new Portuguese restaurant by my house for the very first time. . “What?  You are kidding, right?” Marc asked me while looking at me as if I lost my mind.  “You know I hate olives.” . “I know, but these are amazing!  You are going to love them!” . “No… I…. won’t,” Marc replied slowly and deliberately.  “I hate olives.”…

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Walking Man

Walking Man

“What is wrong with people,” I exclaimed as my husband, Marc, and I were walking on the boardwalk. I pointed to a lady walking in front us I asked him, “Did you see that?” . “See what?” . Still pointing, I replied, “That lady over there… She just dumped her cup on the bench!” . “Really? Are you sure?” . I turned to him while pulling down my sunglasses real slow, so he wouldn’t miss me rolling my eyes at…

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