Chapter 3-2

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“Haven’t you got anything nicer to wear than that?” Emily asked me when I came out of the guest room just before the time Theo was set to pick me up. I still wore the clothes I’d worn to the park, jeans and a long-sleeved graphic T-shirt. I looked down at myself, checking for stains or dirt smears. Seeing nothing, I shrugged. “Seems fine to me.” She crossed her arms in front of her and eyed me critically. “Haven’t you got maybe a pullover sweater and some nice slacks?” Blowing out a breath, I narrowed my eyes at her. “This is not a date, Em.” “I know that.” “I hope you do. Because it is ridiculous to think I am going on a date with anyone this soon after Donald died. You got that?” My temples pulsed, and I could tell from the heat in my face I had turned red. Emily patted my arm. “I

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