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Maggie Duncans love life goes from champagne and delphiniums to revelations of dead wives and dirty diapers in mere days. If thats not enough, her stare down with a sociopathic loan shark in a caterers storeroom makes Maggie wish she hadnt pushed well-meaning heartthrob Bruce Herring out of her emotional jurisdiction. Reader Rating: Not rated (0 Ratings)
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Maggie, blatant flame-breathing bitch dragon, responded, "Im going to the ladies room.""Youre acting as if youre upset." "Really?" Wonder why? "Youre acting like a husband." Take that! He stared. "Of forty years." Maggie eschewed dramatic public displays. But, she was making one. The Xers halted conversation, as if waiting for another scene from Maggies Reality Show: Disasters in Dating. Her glower encouraged them to mind their own business. They promptly started talking and their butter knives clinked against china. Bruce took a deep breath while Maggie stalked toward the facilities. Annie jumped out of her way. "Annie, I have to leave," Maggie tossed back. "Box my food." She stopped and informed the server, "Ill pick it up at the hostesss stand." Then, countless decibels higher, "No, cancel that. Box it for him." Next, she marched back to the table and leaned over Bruce. There, she pressed close to him, hoping she sucked up all his available oxygen. She wanted his senses singed raw. She grew so close to Bruce, her swinging necklace nearly lassoed his ear. She bent further. Her left breast caressed his cheek. Maggie wanted him to smell her perfume. She wanted him to remember this moment. She wanted him to remember something about her other than her meatloaf. "Thanks for dinner, Big Red." She stood straight and tall. He gaped. Annies eyes grew bigger than the circumference of the tray on which shed brought their entres. There was a sudden hush at the Xers table. Staring them down with disdain, Maggie felt slightly elated. The womens eyes cast her cheery rays conveying, Yeah, get him. Conversely, the guys eyes read, cleaning it up, Poor guy. She made sure Bruce saw her look toward the entry door and then down at her watch before she leaned near him once more and whispered, "Errands call." Perfect. Hed think her exit coincided with Thomas Rexs departure, which was pure coincidence. Oh, my gosh! Shed acted as deceitful as the late Daniel Duncan. Still, shed saved face. Shed dumped Bruce before he dumped her.
Pesto Packing Mama
By: Nan D. Arnold
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