Suspicious? Yes, she is suspicious and had been for a while. There is that little twinkle in his eye when he smiles, and he smiles more checking a mirror constantly for food stuck in his teeth. The other day he said, “I’m thinking of whiting them.”
She hears the outside door slam as he bounds up the steps to announce, “I’m home.”
“I heard you coming.” She replies and pulls the sheer window cover aside. A most attractive woman is standing in the rain. The young female, wearing a spaghetti strap dress its fabric absorbing the sudden downpour, is twirling a large black umbrella. She has a Mona Lisa smile and dancer calf’s.
“Come have a look, this woman has to be freezing and how can she walk in those heels?”
“Only to make you happy. I have better things to do.” He says hanging his jacket on a coat hook near the door.
Together they peer out the water-speckled pane of glass his hands on her shoulders. “That’s Mrs. Dash.”
“Mrs. Dash, as in the salt replacement. You know her?”
“Yea, Mrs. Dash as in replace the salt. I don’t know if she owns the company, but she is your new neighbor.”
. . . . . Seriously Just saying
Seriously Just Saying 
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