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"Not exactly," Joe said dryly.
"Well, at least got along," she said.
"We didn't have much choice," he said. "I put him in the spare
bedroom."
"Yes, but where will you......"
"In my den," he cut in.
"You can't sleep on that old couch," Linda said.
"I'll be fine."
She went behind him and began massaging his neck and shoulder muscles.
"Joe, I can't tell you how much I love you for doing this," she said.
"I just wish you could love me without me doing it," he said, reaching
back to pat her hand.
"Where is Michael? Is he here?" she asked.
"No, he went out job hunting."
"He said he wouldn't be a mooch," Linda said.
"We already had that understanding," Joe said. "We haven't talked about
how we're going to work this," he went on. "Do I come to you or do you
come to me .....or him? Or do Michael and I work it out between us?
What?"
"I would rather it be spontaneous."
"That could prove embarrassing if I decided to pay you a visit and
Michael is already there, or vice-versa.
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