After dropping his mistress off, Buchin gently said goodbye and headed home.
He paused for a moment outside his building, mentally weighing everything he was about to say to his wife. Then he climbed the stairs and unlocked the door. “Hi,” said Buchin. “Vera, are you home?” I am,” his wife replied flatly. “Hi. So, should I start frying the scallops?” Buchin had promised himself he’d act…
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