BETTER POKER FACES HAVE been seen on children caught stealing from the cookie jar. At least for their offenses, they might pilfer a delicious taste or two. Diana? Well, she makes out remarkably worse; the glossy magazines spread out on the kitchen table leave her stomach churning. More so now that Bruce has found them. Bolded, red ink hurls accusations at him, excitedly declaring a mystery woman has entered his life. She doesn’t have to squint her eyes to make out her own features in the grainy photo splattered on the cover; strange how lewd it makes her feel, a private caress of theirs displayed for strangers to gawk at. ❛❛ I meant to get ride of these. ❜❜ Embarrassment infests her complexion, from the tips of her ears to way down, but it is the eyes wider than coins that announce the verdict. She’s as guilty as the skies are blue of reading a page or two. ❛❛ Lisa brought them over. She’s invested. ❜❜ Her voice says invested, but the page still open for Bruce to see–– the one displaying a lengthy timeline of all his rumored romances, along with quotes about his bedside manner–– make it clear the better description for Lisa is very, very concerned.
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