![]() ![]() But they wouldn’t understand any more than that witch-bitch Velma did. She’d never stolen anything before, almost never, anyway nothing this expensive, and they could be following her out of the mall, waiting till she crossed some legal boundary, and it’s not like they’d understand. But Velma kept him on a leash like one of those little dogs with the hair puffed up over their eyes, little brown eyes like Avery’s.Ĭoming out of the mall, Barbara has the gift for Avery hidden away in her straw bag, the Italian peasant bag she’d bought at the Cost Plus import place, and she’s thinking maybe she should have charged the watch on her credit card, because this was risky. ![]() ![]() It was so precious how all of that was in one smile! That was Avery. She and Avery would share treats, like those little ice cream bon bons he sometimes brought for the office fridge, and he’d smile at her in the way that meant, I want you, even though I can’t say so, and you know I do and I know I do: I want you. When Barbara had worked in the office, it was beautiful. Avery should never have let Velma come into the office at all. He can’t say what he means, not with his witch wife-that witch bitch Velma-looking over his shoulder. It was heartbreaking, really, how Avery suffered. It was right there in the catch in his voice. ![]()
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