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This morning Marjorie and I had a chance to talk. My secretary was running late and hadn't arrived. She's a talker. As in, she'll insert herself into any conversation. So I've noticed that Marjorie is much more conversational when the secretary isn't around. Frankly, it's nearly impossible to have a conversation when she's around.

She needs a name. How about....Cherise. The secretary shall henceforth be known as Cherise. By the way, Cherise has big boobs. And a small waist. She told us she won a wet t-shirt contest while vacationing in Florida. But I digress.

Marjorie was telling me about her husband's involvement in some community activities, and she was ebullient about how he's handling it. Evidently she wasn't aware he was as good as he is at working with people. And she was very proud of the compliments he's received.

Then we started talking about the weekend, and my wife and I are going to attend an event that, coincidentally, is being held across the street from where Marjorie used to live.

And then something about her changed. She went from smiling ear to ear talking about her husband to almost demure. To tell you the truth, she hasn't told me much about her past. Which not only makes her a little mysterious, but also makes one wonder what she's not revealing. (which might be redundant with mysterious). I get the sense it was a little rocky and she prefers to keep it under wraps.

She softened. Her countenance became slightly bashful as she described the area. It was as if she were savoring her memories while she gave me directions street by street. About her husband, her eyes were wide open and right at me. About her old neighborhood, she glanced down, with almost but not quite a smirk.

Sheesh. I just realized that I realized the difference.

Well....it turns out that my wife and I are going to the event with another couple. Unfortunately, I have some big home outside maintenance jobs to do so I'm going to have to stay back in the morning and get some of it done, then join them for the afternoon.

I was talking to the husband we're going with. After I told him I'd be late getting there, he mentioned that his wife is running a yard sale that morning, and she, too, will be a late arrival.

And I caught the millisecond pause between, 'she'll be late' and 'you two should ride together.' Because the latter never came out. :rolleyes: :tongue:

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