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Susan clearly hadn’t expected to see me. She
hesitated, then approached. I stepped
forward. “Susan,” I said, my voice calm but
firm. “I’m looking for my husband. Are you still
living with him?”
The guards clearly recognized Susan. They
looked shocked.
Susan looked flustered. “Molly, let’s talk
inside.” She tried to pull me in.
I stepped away. “No. I’m here for Gary. If he’s
not home, I’ll wait.”
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Susan’s expression changed. She glanced
around nervously. “This isn’t the place for
this, Molly. Let’s go back to the apartment.
Gary’s probably working late.”
I knew she was nervous. Guilty people are
always nervous. But I wouldn’t give her an
inch. I fidgeted with my clothes. “No, I don’t
want to go inside. I don’t want to dirty the
floor. I’ll just wait here.”
Disgust flickered in Susan’s eyes. But seeing
the crowd gathering, she smiled. “Molly, are
you upset with me?”
“No,” I replied.
“Then come inside.” Susan’s voice was soft.
“It’s not good for you to wait out here. You’re
embarrassing yourself and Gary.”
I followed Susan inside. The security guards
whispers followed us:
“So, she really is his wife?”
“The real wife shows up, and she’s too
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scared to go inside without the other woman
leading her?”
“I know that guy. Lives in building eleven,
drives an Audi.”
“I’ve seen them together all the time. I
thought they were married. What a shocker!”
One of the other residents chimed in, “Wow,
Susan and Gary always looked so
respectable. Who knew?”
