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Betty remained silent, listening to me. “We have a pot roast in the oven, wine on the table and time to enjoy each other’s company,” I remarked. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to waste time. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.” Betty leaned over and placed her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug. “I can leave if you want me to,” I remarked. “No, No, no- Oh hell no!” Betty exclaimed, looking at me.”We have come way too far to end this way.” “So what is your suggestion?” I asked. Betty smiled. She stood and looked at me. “Hold on to your thoughts. I’ll be right back.” Without saying a word, she left me to my thoughts and frustration, disappearing down a hallway just to the right of the fire place. I sat alone on the couch and for the first few moments, wondered if I had made a mistake. A few moments later, Betty called out from the hallway, “Come here, I need to show you something.” I stepped into the hallway, towards the room down the hall.

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