She wore a plaid, wool blanket across her lap with the dog burrowed deep in the center. A box of Kleenex and a new bottle of wine was at the ready. Aaron pulled Mia aside for a minute. “Is she going to make it?” he joked. “Should we just leave and let you ladies handle this? We can hang out at Vic’s place. To be honest honey, this is kind of over the top for us. We’d much rather be watching football and drinking beer.” Mia laughed. “The old Sasha is peeking through a little, I agree. If you guys want to leave, we’d understand. Shit, I wouldn’t mind going with you,” she said, giggling. “Go ahead, honey. We’ll be fine. I’ll call you later.” The guys said good bye and thanked Sasha for dinner. They each gave her a reassuring hug, saying they were certain she’d be okay. There had to be a logical explanation. Everything would be fine tomorrow. “Of course they’re going to say there’s a logical explanation.
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