She was. In a couple of weeks, they would re-plan the wedding. She could use lots of the same old materials. Her wedding dress definitely still fit. It was early in the evening on Monday when Todd arrived, holding just a couple of boxes. She took them out of his hands and set them down on the porch. Having spent the whole day with Sand's constant anger, she was quietly desperate to lose herself in something good. So, wanting to make Todd feel like a man and give him a happy homecoming welcome, she leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her mouth against his. He entertained this for all of about two seconds. “Hey babe, come on,” he said, putting her down. “Not in public, yeah?”Still smiling, she tugged him along, burying her face in his neck and delivering soft little kisses.In the glass reflection of his nearby car, though, she caught a glimpse of his face—apologetic, he looked like.“I’m sorry,” his look said. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into this girl.
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