Picking up the Pieces

"Oh boy, where are we going?" I thought to myself. Where could we go that would require us to wear a suit and brand new dress? Is it a restaurant or maybe something less pleasant, like maybe court? "Okay, sure. Can you hand me the dress?" I asked him. He handed me the dress and I descendedinto his bathroom to change. Fortunately, my hair wasn't wet. Within two minutes, I had put on the new dress. It was peach and the heels were a nude shade. I opened the door and stepped out.
"You look beautiful." he said.
"Thank you.You look handsome." He blushed and offered me his hand.I took it and we left his bedroom. "So, where are we going?" I asked him.
"We're going out. We have some things to take care of."
he said as we walked through his living room. He opened the
oor and we walked down the stairs. "I'm glad you're here with me." "I'm glad I'm with you,too" I replied. We walked out the front and started heading to his car. It was black. As he opened the door of it for me I started thinking,
"What if this is about Frank?"

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