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Regina had texted me around noon to let me know that she wouldn’t be home for dinner, because she was meeting a client at The Palms. I suppose it was thoughtful that she even thought to inform me of her schedule.
I knew Regina’s job involved a lot of meetings and a lot of traveling, but I couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy and uneasiness that flared up at the mention of meeting a client at the Palms. The little Italian place was one of her favorite restaurants, but it was a little pricey. We’d been so broke when we first got married that we could only afford to go out to eat for very special occasions, like her birthday and our anniversary. But I thought the place was special to us.
I wondered what “client” she was taking there to schmooze? Immediately I thought of the m
