"Friday," I heard her ask him on the phone this morning when she was getting dressed, "no…we don’t have any plans on Friday."
I looked up; we had plans, but not special plans, not plans he couldn’t take priority over.
"Seven’s perfect," she said, "I can’t wait."
She hung up, looked over at me, knew what I was thinking, shrugged. “What was I supposed to say,” she asked.
"Nothing," I said quietly, feeling the familiar tightening between my legs. "We…we agreed, didn’t we?"
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