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before disconnecting.
    Jackson sat in his truck, wondering what in hell he had done to make things go so wrong so quickly. He felt stranded, as though there was no place he could go. He didn’t want to go home, now that he remembered how it echoed with emptiness this morning. He couldn’t face it yet, not until there was at least the prospect of having furniture again. He opened his phone and redialed Carrie’s number.
    “Hey,” she answered.
    “I need some help.”
    “Anything,” Carrie whispered.
    “Where can I buy furniture on a Sunday?” He listened as her quiet chuckle came to him over the phone.
    “And here I thought you’d be suicidal.”
    “I would be if I had to go home to that tile covered mausoleum.”
    “I’m assuming you need a warehouse that has everything you want in stock. Are you looking for a particular style of furniture?”
    “Hell, I don’t know,” he growled.
    “Just go to that place on Highway 90 down the street from the office. I know they’re open on Sundays. They have a huge selection of high quality furniture and dozens of displays set up. You should find something you like there.”
    “Thanks, Carr, I knew you could help me out.”
    Jackson drove to the place, walked inside and got the immediate attention of a pretty, long-legged brunette.
    “Is there something I can help you with today?” she purred, as she sidled up to him.
    Jackson ignored the look of obvious attraction from the woman. He was used to ignoring women, having a wife like Chloe. If he’d shown the slightest bit of interest she’d have had his balls for breakfast. Jackson pointed at her and asked in a serious tone. “Do you work on commission?”
    She halted in her tracks and nodded. “Why, yes I do.”
    “That’s good, because I’ll be paying in full for a house full of furniture and I need guaranteed delivery and set up today. I’m willing to pay whatever it cost since it’s Sunday. Now, you tell me...Can you help me...or not?”
    She raised one finger and lifted her phone to her ear. “Why don’t you start looking around while I secure the delivery men. My name is Brenda and I’ll be with you in one minute.”
    Jackson didn’t know a thing about decorating, but he knew what he liked. As a result, he’d taken the practical approach and checked out each display. If he found one that looked tasteful but comfortable, he delighted Brenda with four simple words. “I’ll take it all.” All had included tables, end tables, lamps, and any accessories used for display purposes. It took one hour and a sizeable amount from his checking account, but he didn’t care. Jackson walked out of the furniture warehouse with Brenda’s card tucked inside his pocket and a promise for delivery by four p.m. Rather than going home to wait, he drove to his office and worked until nearly four.
    By seven o’clock that evening, the deliverymen were gone and Jackson was testing out his new king size bed. It was massive, in rich, dark woods; masculine, without being overbearing, and long enough to fit all 6’4” of him.
    He walked into his living room and surveyed his new furniture appreciatively. The sofa was of fine grained, soft as silk, Italian leather, distressed and slightly worn in all the right places, giving it a broken-in appearance. He stretched himself out on it, and again, appreciated the fact that it was long enough to accommodate the entire length of him. He also purchased two matching leather club chairs and an oversized chaise lounge chair, upholstered in a russet textured fabric.
    The shopping trip had been worth every penny spent. After a decade of living in this house with Chloe’s horrible choices in furnishings, he was finally comfortable in his own home.
    Jackson went into his bathroom and showered. He walked back into the living room with droplets of water still shimmering in his hair and reached for his television remote.
    When his phone rang, he looked at the caller ID and answered. “Hey