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Don’t Eat Peter’s Tomatoes
A Tale of Love and Merlot He walked in looking like George Clooney and smelling like George Costanza. He was a smorgas-George. She closed her eyes and gripped the stem of her wine glass. Then again, she was a total Betty. Bettie Page, Betty White and Betty Rubble but maybe Georgie-boy liked older women. She was certainly about to find out. He approached her table right away, her blue-black hair and navy and white sailor dress giving her away immediately. His smile seemed genuine as his eyes took in his dinner partner. “I’m hoping you’re Wendy?” His voice was mellow and smooth, his complexion buttery soft. She had a tough…
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Reparations
Juice and Cookies She stared at the envelope, her eyes going in and out of focus. She knew what was inside; knew what the letter said. She’d seen them before. Saw her own, saw her husband’s, both of which were locked up safe here at home. It had been suggested they keep them in a safe deposit box at the bank but that was simply laughable. To leave one’s identity at the hands of someone else was a mistake few in her position ever made. Not after so many weren’t given a choice. She flipped the envelope over and stared at the official seal, ran her fingers over it before…
