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chance. Give me a chance, that's all I'm
asking. I won't interfere.
I won't grill you about where you go or what you do. Just come home to
me.....at least part of the time."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "You are either crazy or
you're applying for sainthood."
"Selfish," he said. "I'm doing this for me, first. For us, second."
She laid her head back with a loud sigh.
"Will you stay? We can work something out, about how and when you see
him."
"All right," she said finally. "As long as you promise that you'll tell
me when you no longer want me around. I don't want you to pretend you
love me. I couldn't take that."
He got up and walked around the table as Linda was picking up her cup.
He put it back down and wrapped his arms around her. "I could never
pretend to love you," he said.
True to his word, Jim never questioned his wife about where she was
going, not even on the nights when she wasn't beside him in his bed.
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