Love, Inc.

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Jean Lewis, bride of six months, stood beside the driveway waving at the back of the blue coupe as it snapped briskly around the corner. After the car was out of sight, she stood there a moment considering morosely that Chris, in his haste, had planted a kiss on the side of her nose.

“And they lived happily ever after,” she said. “The rest of them.” The note of irony in her own voice shocked her because she was a girl not given to irony.

She turned as a window in the house next door, the house that was too much next door, rattled up. A dusty mop was poked out and banged against the lower sill. Mrs. Lermoody’s head followed.

“Saw your lights on at three,” she remarked in her very best gossipy voice.

“We had a guest,” Jean said.

“Another one?” Mrs. Lermoody said.

“Oh, yes.” Jean attempted to laugh. “A charming man. Chris met him in the barbershop yesterday. He sells yachts. Chris has always wanted a yacht. The man stayed until it was too late to go home. Did you ever want a yacht, Mrs. Lermoody?”

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