by Christopher Torockio
She had finally begun to get her figure back, so when Roger suggested an afternoon at the beach, she thought she might be ready to attempt something like that. She looked out the living room window where a fine blue-white sky shimmered above the near treetops. The air conditioner had been humming all morning; the baby’d been asleep for the past ninety minutes. He’d wake any time now.
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