She walks into the kitchen, cinching her robe. She kisses you, kisses your 3-year-old Daughter, Thecla. When she leans down to kiss your 5-year-old son, Robert, he runs to his room, slamming the door. She casts you a solemn glance. "Do you think he'll ever forgive me? It's not that I wanted to leave. I just have a job to do!"
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