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party full of strangers at Bob’s company over a year ago.  He kept his hand on the small of her back and his eyes were on her breasts all night.  When they got home, he could hardly get inside the door before the dress was tossed onto the floor and he was on top of her.  It seemed Bob never cared if Ella enjoyed the experience.  That’s the only association she had with wearing the red dress.  It was a reminder that she was some sort of trophy or vessel for him to use.
     
    Although Ella was in tune with what Bob wanted, she was getting tired of being a doormat.  For the first time in her life, she was questioning things that Bob did.  His continual travel, few things in common with her, and most of all his attitude that he was right and the rest of the world was wrong.  The first year living with him had been a period of adjustment to one another’s habits and schedules.  Both were busy and away from the house most of the time.  The more time she spent with Bob, the more she questioned their compatibility.  Although he claimed to love her, he wasn’t a demonstrative type of guy.  He didn’t verbalize his love.  He hardly ever made eye contact with her unless he wanted sex.  He was either reading something on his computer, on the phone, or watching television.
     
    She piled her hair atop her head and carefully secured it.  Choosing a necklace to highlight the cut out back of the dress, she put it on, and carefully applied a muted shade of red lipstick, Bob’s favorite.  She heard him in the shower and knew he would be dressed and ready to go to dinner in twenty minutes or so. 
     
    She walked downstairs with Boomer and looked at her iPad.  Ray was on Facebook, and she messaged him, I’m Looking forward to Friday . 
     
    She stared at the photograph of her sitting on the bench at the train station with Ray, holding Boomer.  Beneath the photo, he had captioned:  Ella and Ray with little Boomer.  They looked like a happy couple; Ella was smiling a genuine smile and she noticed that Ray’s arm was around her in a protective way.  She didn’t even realize it until she looked at the photo closely.
     
    Ray’s response came immediately , I can’t wait to be with you again.  I think you are sweet.

    His words made her smile.  Then, daringly, she allowed her real feelings to be expressed, I loved being with you.  You’re a special guy.
     
    Bob’s footsteps were on the stairs, “Ready, honey?”
     
    “Yes,” Ella closed the iPad quickly, and Bob slipped on her wrap.  “Good night for a walk.”
     
    Bob looked handsome, tanned and healthy in his black suit.  “What do you think?” He asked her.  “It’s new.” 
     
    “Looks great.” Ella managed to say barely looking at him.
     
    “I got it in Palm Springs.  Once you buy tailored stuff you can never go back to off-the-rack, you know, honey?”  Bob seemed to be talking to himself.
     
    “Yes,” Ella smiled.  The two of them walked a few blocks on the winding path through the woods to the enormous building known simply as The Club.  A monstrosity of concrete and glass, It was an over-done modern structure with huge windows overlooking the golf course and a pond.  The doorman took their coats and handed them to the coat check girl and the maître d' came up to them immediately. 
     
    “Ah, Mr. Albertson, your table is ready, this way.”  Ella noticed the man didn’t even notice her.  It was as if she was an accessory on Bob’s arm.  They were seated at a corner table overlooking the pond and the maître d' lit the candles.  “You both look lovely tonight,” he replied without looking at them as if he’d said it a thousand times to a thousand couples. 
     
    “A bottle of the finest champagne tonight,” Bob ordered. 
     
    “What’s the occasion?” Ella asked him with a slight smile.  “Getting a new client usually doesn’t bring on this type of celebration.” 
     
    When the sommelier brought the bottle