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Clearly, Bill knew nothing about her after all this time. High tea on an observation deck? Nice for a tourist and someone of a certain age. For her, acrophobic and lacking a sweet tooth? Not so much.
She waited, stared at the multi-leveled sweet tray, feeling sour.
They should just end it.
“Sorry I’m late. Things happened at work.”
On a Sunday.
She thought of her cozy sea-looking bungalow with Twinkles purring on her lap.
“Tea’s nice,” Bill said.
“But I think we should end it.”