The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. She wore the most expensive athletic shoes money could buy in a fashionable black color with neon green laces. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like.
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