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Margot remembered the baseball bat she kept under her bed about two seconds after her ex-husband barged into her house.
“Margot, we have to talk.”
She stepped instinctively between him and Sandy. Whatever was about to happen, he couldn’t bring Sandy into it.
He held up his hand. “Listen, I know Candace was here. And it’s not what you think.”
More excuses? Margot was overcome with an overwhelming desire to throw up on Jack’s polished work shoes.
He glanced behind her and addressed Sandy. “I’m sorry, could we have a minute?”
Sandy squared her shoulders and straightened out her flowery skirt. “Not until I know what’s going on.” Even though Sandy sounded bold, Margot thought she detected the slightest hint of a quiver in her unusually calming voice.
Jack let out a chuckle. “Lis
