“Well, there was that one time, of course,” Fran Lewis lowered her voice, but her eyes sparkled as the memory floated to the surface, bubbling like the champagne clasped in her hand. Fiona locked eyes with Fran and found she could not move. Her body felt weightless in George’s spotless, new armchair. Out of all…

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