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Bob stepped out of the shower in their master bathroom. His eyes didn’t see anything around him because his mind was too focused on the woman downstairs. She had acted odd ever since he got home, even considering the awkward relationship between them. Those distracted eyes, her offer to make him a sandwich and her suggestion for him to make himself at home. None of that made sense in the context of the last few months of their marriage. A thought went through his mind that maybe it was the box of cupcakes that he’d brought home, and his memory recalled the helpful old man of that small sweet shop. Mr. Eres had wanted to help him with their relationship, but up until now Bob hadn’t taken any of the old man’s words seriously.
Not that he was complaining too much. They’d had only o
