Millicent Hayward-7

2061 Words

So in a delicious state of bashfulness, he moves from the full length bedroom mirror, thinking that it’s a delivery and he can hide half himself behind the front door while signing for a package. “Hi Harry,” I hear Julie’s shrill voice. She’s the only one to use the diminutive of Harold’s Christian name, which irritates him to no end. “Baked some of Millie’s favorite cookies.” I don’t have to look to know that Harold is trying to take the offering without fully opening the door. I have given Julie instructions... just enter despite his woeful protestations. “Oh. Didn’t mean to catch you in the act. You and Millie having a little...” She abruptly stops. The scene is staged and Julie verbally expresses feigned surprise. I softly laugh. I know she is gawking at the CB2000 adorning Harol

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