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“If that’s true, then please, tell me why a man took you to the doctor’s parking lot earlier and kissed you before you got out of his car? I know for a fact, you park your car in the doctor’s parking garage for several hours, at least three or four days a week.”
Surprised by the information, Marlene demanded, “And just where did you get that gossip?”
“I’ve been following you and know what you’re doing,” Katherine admitted. “I want you to stop it right now!”
“Oh, come on Mom, you were following the wrong car, don’t forget I’m not the only one in Jackson Heights with a red Mercedes. Good God, Mom that was probably Tony after he had lunch with Beverly, he dropped her off at her car on his way to work. I would never jeopardize my family’s happiness by having an affair. I’ll pick up my phone tomorrow,” Marlene said, hanging up the phone as Jerry entered the kitchen, she knew by his expression, he was furious
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“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her.
“Sweetheart, my ass, I called you to have lunch with us and as usual your phone was off or the batteries needed charging. Why carry a phone if you don’t answer the damn thing?”
“Sorry, I didn’t charge it last night, and left it on Mom’s counter when we came back from lunch.” Shrugging her shoulders, Marlene asked, “Where’s your father?”
Sipping his coffee, Jerry said, “He’ll be in shortly, he’s checking the radio in Mark’s car.”
What upset him? Marlene wondered and worried if he had overheard her talking to her mother. However, Marlene dared not to ask about it, instead, he kissed her on the cheek, and asked, “Are you alright?”
Calling her friend, Marlene said, “It’s me, I need a big favor from you. I’ll call you later and tell you about it.” +++ Waking up on a Saturday morning with the shining through the bedroom window, noticing his wife, Margaret still sleeping, picking up his robe, Andrew crept toward the bedroom door.
Sitting up in bed, Margaret asked, “And just where are you going?”
“Where am I going?” He repeated it, as he turned around and said, “I want to make breakfast for the love of my life since I don’t get to do it

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