The naughty neighbor wives

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A shaft of late-afternoon sunshine burst through the overcast and shot down between the tops of the tall spruces that sheltered Liz's house from the street. Liz jumped up and looked out the picture window of her living room, feeling the sun's warmth on her cheeks.

"Well, it's about time!" she exclaimed. "I was beginning to wonder whether we'd ever see the sun again."

Carmen, still resting on the couch, chuckled.

"And I was beginning to wonder whether the sun had ever shone in Fullerton. I was just telling my husband Lester last night, if it gets any drearier around here, I'm going back to Chicago. Chicago weather might also be a little glum at this time of year, but at least there's enough excitement there to take your mind off it."

Liz reseated herself at the end of the couch opposite Carmen, pulling her bare feet up under her to warm her toes. "Give Fullerton a chance, dear. You haven't even been here a week."

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