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"Thank you for the lift. If you were
serious about apologizing to me--although why you think you owe me
an apology is a complete mystery--then buying my breakfast more
than squared things up."
    She started to get out, but
his hand lightly brushed her bare arm, stopping her cold. Her heart
rate shot up and heat flooded her body--even the places that had no
business displaying the least bit of interest in Fletcher's dad.
"I..."
    How could one letter hold
so much feeling, she wondered? Or was her imagination playing
games? What could a woman like her possibly offer a man like him?
And why would he ask? Did she even want to know?
    Since no more words seemed
forthcoming--apparently he was as baffled as she by this odd
attraction--Judy reached into her purse and pulled out a business
card she'd been carrying around for days. Fletcher had given it to
her on that first day when he responded to her 911 call. "I wrote
your son's email on the back," she said, handing it to
him.
    He flipped it over then
looked at her, his gaze troubled.
    She stood, paused to make
sure she had all her stuff, then bent over and said, "Your son
suggested I might need help from his aunt--a sex addiction
therapist. I've decided not to give her a call. I'm far, far from
perfect, but I like myself just the way I am. Anyone who has a
problem with that can go jump in a lake."
    She jogged up the steps to
her front door. One, because she could, and, two, because she
figured he'd seen her ass bare and she looked a heck of a lot
better in Spandex. As she passed by her gnome, she winked and
thought, " See, Pru, I can make nice in
public. I didn't say, 'Anyone who has a problem with that can go
fuck themselves.'"

Chapter Three
     
    Judy spotted the flashing
light on her answering machine the minute she walked through the
door but decided she needed a shower--and quite possibly a few
moments alone with her fantasy lover--courtesy of her adaptable
spray shower head--before tackling whatever surprises life had up
its sleeve. Bad enough she met the man of her dreams for breakfast
and discovered that...why, yes, thank you very much, he is as
handsome and intelligent and courteous as she'd imagined him to be.
What could possibly be worse?
    Twenty minutes later, she
got her answer via her sister's unusually subdued voice-recorded
message.
    "Hey, Judy, it's me, Nanc.
Call me back as soon as you get this. Just FYI. Pete and I are
moving Mom into Heritage House tomorrow. I know you're not working
there any more--your boss said she couldn't give out any details
because it violated some Hippa oath or something. I don't care why
you quit. She hinted at some sort of scandal, but none of that
matters. Actually, it's probably for the best that you're not
there. But I have no intention of telling Mom until after she's
moved in. Okay. I gotta go. Call me on my cell."
    Judy's hand shook too badly
to hit the pause button, so the second call quickly followed.
"Here's my number in case you don't have it."
    "In case I don't have it?"
Judy yelled at the phone, innocently resting in its cradle. "You
know perfectly well you've never given me your cell number. You
said you never carry your phone except on trips. Liar, liar, pants
on fire."
    The childish outburst
helped mask the overwhelming sense of panic building in her chest.
Mom was moving? Here? To the same town? To the building where Judy
once worked? To live amongst the seniors Judy once taught, laughed
with, cried with...oh, my ever-loving God how could this
happen?
    If it was karma for her
recent sexual transgressions, it sure happened fast.
    Mom was moving in
tomorrow?
    She took half a dozen deep
breaths before dialing her sister's number. Enough to slow her
heart rate without making her light-headed. Judy needed to keep her
wits about her.
    “ Oh, good. You got my
message."
    "I did, but it doesn't make
any sense. Why is Mother moving to Heritage House?"
    "Because I’m divorcing
her,” Nancy said simply. She sounded a bit breathless