Chapter 21

Like him, it wasn’t going anywhere.

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Julia rushed back into the kitchen and dropped her big black purse on the table. She gave Francis a kiss on the nose and squeezed his chest through his gym shirt. “It’s cheap and probably not very good, but it’ll have to do.” She pulled a bottle of white bubbly wine out of her purse and handed it to Billy. “You open it,” she said, squeezing his arm. “It’s your party, right?”