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marriage!”
         She stared at him and her mouth fell open slightly. “You have lost your mind. It just went an wandered off, probably up some girl’s skirt.”
         He looked around at the other patrons in the café who were beginning to give them curious looks. He smiled at them as if it was nothing, and then he motioned toward her chair. “Would you please sit down? You’re causing a scene. Listen, it’s not at all what you think. Just hear me out. Please!” He resorted to pleading with her again and she sighed and sat back down in the chair.
     “Fine. Finish your piece,” she said with a rebellious glare on her face.
         Peter leaned toward her and lowered his voice substantially. “I was listening last night when you told me that I need to get my public image straightened out. I was listening to you when you told me that I need to have a good woman in my life. A respectable, well brought up woman who truly cares about the people and the community, someone honest and kind, thoughtful, helpful, generous, and someone who has the best interests of the city at heart. That’s pretty much exactly what you told me last night. I got to thinking about it, and I talked to my assistant, and he agreed with you and then he came up with this idea. I need a wife, but obviously I don’t have a lot of time and I don’t really want to get involved with anyone on a serious level. I like my freedom. I like not having a monogamous relationship and I don’t want to commit myself to anyone for the rest of my life, so here’s the best possible solution to this tangle of challenges. I rent you as my wife for three years and-”
         “You what?! ” she seethed at him and narrowed her eyes, leaning toward him slightly and whispered through her teeth. “You want to rent me ? What kind of woman do you think I am?!” The volume of her voice began to increase marginally. “I am not the kind of girl who sells herself to-”
         He cut her off again, “No! Wait! I’m not trying to buy you, I just want to rent you for three-” She picked up her cup of water and tossed it right in his face. He sputtered for a moment and looked like he was in complete shock.
         Emmaline stood up and turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and held her back. She turned and glared at him furiously. “You take your hands off of me!” she spat at him.
         He looked at her unapologetically, “I still have about twelve minutes, and you haven’t let me explain the whole thing to you. Please, Emmaline, just sit down and hear me out. No fighting, no yelling, and no more water. Just listen to me. You’re just about my only hope of making that project happen to repair and refurbish the neighborhood.”
         She scowled at him and he let go of her arm and pulled her chair out for her. “Please?” he asked quietly. She sat and folded her hands in her lap and then looked at him with narrow eyes.
         “Alright. I’m sitting. I’ll listen to the whole thing. You have twelve minutes. Go,” she said in a quiet warning voice.
         He sat and began speaking in a soft voice. “So Nelson was saying to me that he thinks-”
         “Who is Nelson?” she interrupted.
         “He’s my assistant,” Peter answered, glad that she had an actual question rather than another fit. “He said he thinks the best thing for me, since I don’t want a real committed relationship, is to find a woman who fits our description, or rather, your description, and get her to let me hire her on as a pseudo wife, a pretend wife, for three years. I would rent her. I’d pay her for her time and work as a public wife, not a private wife, because I don’t want that, and she could help me clean up my image and do what you said… about working as a unit to help the community, and then after three years she could be free to go. We get an amicable divorce, she is paid the whole time, and I’d even make a lump sum