![]() ![]() ![]() “You’re never at your sharpest when you’re pissed off.” ![]() “Take a deep breath, Cleo,” Cal advised softly. “What the hell?” she whispered beneath her breath. The smile immediately dropped from her face when she saw what he was referring to. Klein’s office and was grinning like an idiot when she glanced up to see what Cal was talking about. Cleo was happy with the prime parking spot they’d found directly outside Dr. “Well, well, well, two’s company but three is most definitely a party,” Cal observed the following morning as they climbed out of her car. “Do you want to come with me to my ultrasound appointment tomorrow?” “Not that much.” She traced a crease on the plastic tablecloth with her finger. “A lot can happen in thirty days,” he observed. So probably thirty more days before we have to vacate the premises.” “I’ll be speaking with the landlord tomorrow. Cheer up, will you?” She bravely presented him with her best smile. “Jeez, girl, I’m getting sick of seeing you cry. He laughed and sat down at the table opposite her. We can no longer afford luxuries like paper towels.” Our life of lavish spending has come to an end, my friend. “We’re out of paper towels,” he noted, and she giggled messily as she blew her nose. “How long do we still have before we leave this pleasure palace?” He got up and stretched lazily before sauntering over to give her a casual hug and hand her a sliver of paper towel, the last bit on the roll. They both glanced around the tiny apartment and laughed at the thought of living any kind of “life of leisure” in the place. ![]()
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