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As she climbed into bed that evening, Kristen told Samuel about her promise to Mary. “And I’m watching the girls tomorrow while she goes on a job interview.”
Samuel had nodded. “That’s fine. They’re sweet and well-behaved. I can’t complain about you watching them.” His hand stroked down her arm. “I feel bad that I didn’t realize there was so much of a need there, and nothing was done for her and the girls.”
Kristen blew out the lamp beside the bed. “I don’t think that’s the sort of thing a man would notice.” She propped herself up on her elbow looking at Samuel. “I’m glad we think alike about things like that. We both want to help her, because we want to help her, not because we’re supposed to.”
“You’re right. It is good to be well-matched with my wife. Even if she is trying to bury me alive in dresses.” He kissed her before she could protest.
Chapter Seven
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