In Fred’s marriage there was a no-questions policy about such things.
She quickly brought up the subject of a dance.
There was a naive jerkiness to her movements that was almost anti-sexual.
“Three thousand in a single night,” Destine said.
“I’m all about the dog-mom life,” she said, taking out her phone again.
Fred pressed the button, and the ATM began to whir.
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