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for the kitchen, while still holding hands.
     
                  “Oh. Mrs. Evans?”
     
    “Yes?”
     
                  “You or someone drop this note in the couch”, said Ms. Loins as she handed her the folded paper.
     
    “Ok. Thank you.”
     
    Confused, Marla unfolded the paper to see what was on it. “If you are able to get away, Call Me!” with a heart at the end.
     
    “You said you found it in this couch”, asked Marla, pointing at the sectional.
     
                  “Yes, ma’am.”
     
    “Where at, in the couch?”
     
                  “It was like in the crack, between the seat and the back.”
     
    “Yes, but what part of the sectional.”
     
                  “Gosh, I don’t know. Maybe the middle.”
     
                                “Mom, no food”, asked Junior.
     
    “Ok, baby.”
     
    Marla continued toward the kitchen, distraught. She reached for the box of cereal and filled Junior’s bowl.
     
                  “Mom, no milk?”
     
    “Oh.”
     
                  “Mom, no spoon?”
     
    “Oh. Sorry, baby.”
     
    After handing Junior a spoon, Marla went to her bedroom to retrieve her cell phone. She quietly entered, attempting to not wake Michael. She unhooked her phone from its charger and crept back out. She decided to go out on the patio. Before going to the patio, she stopped and checked on Junior. Junior was still having his way with the cereal. She slid open the patio door and a sudden rush of morning breeze hit her ankles, causing her to hold her robe tighter as she sat down to text Diane.
     
    [Marla: Di]
     
    Time goes by….
     
    [Marla: Di!!!]
     
                  [Diane: U send me another text n I’m burning ya house down!]
     
    [Marla: Shutup! You need to be up, cleanin or sumthin]
     
                  [Diane: What do u want?]
     
    [Marla: Loins found a msg on a piece of paper in the couch. I think it’s from a woman]
     
                  [Diane: U shot mike???]
     
    [Marla: Stop playing. I don’t know who it’s for. Everybody was on the couch]
     
    Time goes by….
     
    [Marla: What u think?]
     
    Almost an half of hour goes by and Diane walks onto the patio, where Marla is sitting.
     
    “Di. I thought you went back off to sleep.”
     
                  “Let me see the paper”, demanded Diane.
     
    “I’m worried it might be for Michael.”
     
                  “It doesn’t have a name.”
     
    “Duh, I know.”
     
                  “That means it can be from anybody. If anything it’s for that young freak.”
     
    “Tony?”
     
                  “Yes.”
     
    “Well, we’ll see. I’m going to confront him on Monday, so we can clear the air.”
     
    All of a sudden, Michael walked onto the patio. Diane quickly crumbled the paper and threw it in her purse.
     
                                “Everything alright out here”, asked Michael.
     
    “Yes. Good”, said Marla, startled.
     
                  “How’s everything on the job, Michael”, asked Diane.
     
                                “Just fine. Why you ask?”
     
    “Di, you need to go home and check on your kids”, Marla interrupted.
     
                  “Ok”, replied Diane, never taking her eyes off Michael.
     
                                “Did I miss something?”
     
    Diane left the patio, walking closely to Michael as she walked by trying to get a scent.
     
                                “Everything okay”, Michael asked Marla.
     
    “Time of the month.”
     
                                “Oh.”
     
    The afternoon passed by and Marla and Michael were prepared for Junior’s birthday party. They pulled up to Joey’s Big Wheel, with