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“It’s too bad that our life schedules conflict so much. I wish we could spend more time together,” Abby smiled taking Tina’s hand in hers.“In the past several weeks, I’ve spent so much time with Dan, Karen and Wendy, I may as well live with them,” she joked.“I wouldn’t mind that at all and I think that’s what they want. You’re in love with Dan, aren’t you?”“Of course I am.”“Then why don’t you want to live with him and Karen, like Wendy is?” Abby asked, eyeing Tina’s revealing cleavage once more.“It isn’t that simple to just move in with them. I guess I’d feel like I’m losing part of my independence, my identity.”“I don’t think Wendy feels any less of a woman living with Dan and Karen. You are so beautiful and smart and I love your voice and laugh.”“Thank you and you are a very beautiful young woman.”“Maybe it’s time that you and I were together for more than just normal conversation,” she hinted, rubbing the top of Tina’s hand.Tina was surprised at Abby’s not so subtle hint and looked. I watched her from behind as she went into the house, trying to detect a new curve, a hint of the pregnancy I'd seen only in her few risked photographs. Even in the warmth of the living room, Kat kept her coat on, covering herself. I felt my heart leap. If she's showing, we can tell Agatha. I can keep her home. I was thinking only of keeping her from the boy."Hi, mom," Kat was saying, wrapping her arms around her stepmother. Hunter stood awkwardly in the doorframe. Leave, I wanted to say.Agatha drew him farther into the house, playing the host, getting his name, asking about his people."How much farther do you have to go?" she asked Hunter."Another hundred miles," he said. "I have familiy in Philidelphia. They're taking me the rest of the way."My wife turned to me."We can't send him out in this," she said.The burning was still roiling in my stomach. I watched them both. The flash of Kat's eyes. The way Hunter shifted on the spot. Clenched my teeth. Who is he to her? I was desperate.
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