Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades, new family developments. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. He dined, and then pleaded a political engagement. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape.
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