I could tell by Emma’s body language and stance that she was perhaps expecting me to make a move on her. I was certainly tempted. I had similar feelings for Ruth and had had them for Ali, Ruth’s Mum. We just faced each other and I was moving slowly to kiss her when my phone went off and broke the moment.“Hello?” I responded, recognising Ruth’s number.“Dad, can you get back here quick? There’s a problem.”“Sure, not with Billy and Kitty?”“No, it’s Lauren. She wants us to head to her house. Dad, there are people there and it’s looking like it’s been sold!”“Why hasn’t Lauren phoned Emma?”“Couldn’t get through...”“OK, I’ll sort it. Bye.”“Bye Dad.”“Emma is your phone off?” I askedA quick check showed it was and I explained the problem to a white faced and shocked Emma.“Oh my God, all of our stuff is there ... everything!” she gasped as we got to the car and I drove to The Sage where Ruth, Lauren, Billy and Kitty were waiting outside.One of the advantages of the Landrover is that with a bit. I rationalized that my distrust was of Derek rather than my wife, but the reality is that it takes two to tango and any doubts I might be feeling were thus directed at Alli as much as anyone. That was horribly unfair of me, given her unflagging love and fidelity… our recent exploration with Marci and Michael aside. That was different.And speaking of that escapade, now that things had slowed down Marci felt it incumbent upon her to do so; I’d have been okay with maintaining our earlier façade, but that’s not the Marci way. As some of our staff was wrapping up their day and heading out, she came into my office and closed the door behind her.“Hey, Dave, you got a minute?”“For you, always. You about ready to call it a day?”“Definitely, but I wanted to talk to you about the other night if that’s okay.”I smiled at her. “How did I know you were going to say that? Usually, you’re the psychic one around here.” I really wasn’t enthused about talking about it with her, but I’d known Marci long.
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