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1,792,525	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	404325212602282	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> ————————<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucks—say, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of him—he might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from Dana—Josie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotions—just a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walk—which would double as her own poor neglected exercise routine—and weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.	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1,792,529	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1792525}'	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	1172116277307733	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> ————————<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucks—say, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of him—he might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from Dana—Josie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotions—just a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walk—which would double as her own poor neglected exercise routine—and weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.	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1,792,522	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	382925534707977	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> ————————<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucks—say, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of him—he might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from Dana—Josie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotions—just a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walk—which would double as her own poor neglected exercise routine—and weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.	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1,792,540	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1792525}'	No	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	3666874416919863	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> ————————<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucks—say, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of him—he might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from Dana—Josie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotions—just a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walk—which would double as her own poor neglected exercise routine—and weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers. 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1,792,537	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1792522}'	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	2786265058195748	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> ————————<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucks—say, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of him—he might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from Dana—Josie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotions—just a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's all—I'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it just— I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walk—which would double as her own poor neglected exercise routine—and weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with names—he was a people person—but he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.	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1,792,028	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1792031}'	No	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	793636712738307	DOUBLE ENTRIES WEEK	🚨Win a 5-day guided elk hunt in October with the entire HUSH team🚨 ➕ a huge haul of brand new hunting gear from brands like Weatherby, Vortex, Ollin, First Lite, OnX, and more! ✔️ Tags, licenses, food & lodging included ✔️ We document the entire hunt for a lifetime of memories ✔️ Total grand prize value: $25,000+	SHOP_NOW	https://gethushin.com/pages/premier-new-mexico-elk	243112655875087	Hushin	https://facebook.com/GetHushin	116,456	1	359,759,789,931,119	2024-05-10 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Shop Now	Hushin	6565229828158	gethushin.com	NONE	dco	The Premier New Mexico Elk Hunt Giveaway	https://gethushin.com/pages/premier-new-mexico-elk-hunt-giveaway	2024-05-10 13:29	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436364253_7680292882061404_1446532544806697647_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=O240cNbALbsQ7kNvgE0Aqt8&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAR6n7gjwgnkd92rYMu44ShHCd_Tv0V7W-Swt-fUn2qHw&oe=664480B0	person_profile	0	The Official Page of HUSHIN	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442412011_425239823637146_1620337522839526829_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CtRQzY0K-EsQ7kNvgEK0m2b&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYB4FVct316YqLE98Kr3d18k4TPCjtJXxD2h3tcXvLb1PQ&oe=664486AC	3	Hushin	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,792,469	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1791686}'	No	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	1087522972310094		🚨ON THE WATER MOTHERS DAY BOAT SHOW GIVEAWAY🚨<br /> Come see us to test drive the boat of your dreams and a chance to win a VERY special Mothers Day prize!<br /> Where: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/FountainheadMarina">Fountainhead Marina</a><br /> When: May 11th 10am - 5pm & May 12th 12pm - 5pm<br /> <br /> #boatshow #testdriveboats #Oklahoma #eufaulalake #MothersDay #wakesurfing #wakeboarding #wakesurfers #familyfun #boats			169755618065	Toons Eufaula	https://facebook.com/EufaulaBoatSales	3,855	1	2,091,120,934,577,414	2024-05-10 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	1	1		Toons Eufaula	6555746895716		NONE	video			2024-05-10 11:20	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438303748_1005019607661758_5901254148833709215_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TH9XnHWpNnYQ7kNvgEItVk2&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAfD7OMOGEESWr08bU3qu_L-Ua7YdaPlvHPmLciykPYoQ&oe=6644A64B	person_profile	0			3	Toons Eufaula	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,792,357	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	961320555323334		Give away results will be announced in my story on May 12th. Good luck to everyone🤞🤍	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/victoriagray.pa	147586481765053	victoriagray.pa	https://www.instagram.com/_u/victoriagray.pa	0	1	470,167,278,803,775	2024-05-10 02:00	ig_ads_identity	eligible	NONE	1	1	Visit Instagram profile	victoriagray.pa	120210907371620483	instagram.com	NONE	image		http://instagram.com/victoriagray.pa	2024-05-10 11:53	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/437083436_960148898559596_8364294409222418297_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s200x200&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=3fd06f&_nc_ohc=C6MIiHRl92sQ7kNvgFWw3Im&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCZAUEmgxm1K8rkqIySoDAjTY4ZkX6R2hKFjmehniIWmw&oe=66447F18	ig_ads_identity	1	PENNSYLVANIA PHOTOGRAPHER \| FAMILY	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440946734_412817611564415_2114526376684529502_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0QbICIknenMQ7kNvgGDVncm&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAmYhNei55qiGlOlc--VOE7Lv_cCGA5iCk62ndjapDGww&oe=6644A634	3	victoriagray.pa	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,792,389	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	981091250388012	EV Microphone Giveaway	Here's your sign to finally try livestreaming💥 Perform on Ursa Live to enter the giveaway and win an ND86 microphone from our friends at Electro-Voice! Details on ursalive.com 🎤 #giveaway #livestreaming #livemusic	LEARN_MORE	https://www.ursalive.com/faq	1088424318004224	Ursa Live	https://facebook.com/ursalive	600	1	3,711,202,559,131,125	2024-05-10 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Learn More	Ursa Live	6582913706068	www.ursalive.com	NONE	dco	{{product.description}}	https://www.ursalive.com/faq	2024-05-10 11:34	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441868430_1290785808546930_900268112896631903_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0NMnwfzBlI0Q7kNvgEAvJcK&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYCc37uQsPCncGIsWHfgKtjnxqKNIBVc5p_QtNgBvFKf_g&oe=66449CAF	person_profile	0	Ursa Live	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441880206_783960600373510_6642286292418992858_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=OwhLPNmfL3UQ7kNvgHiteV7&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBCVIXZlRgLesdKmgetdTyVezo4AtRyJ1hiGulkBYldoQ&oe=664478AC	3	Ursa Live	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,791,998	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	981794843560011	2024 May Giveaway Entry - Keystone Propane	Win a Gozney Roccbox! For official rules and entry form, go here:<br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkeystonepropane.com%2F2024-may-giveaway-entry%2F&h=AT10m0WLWl7K1GJObqMFBTG0Wl60mxUj15HSt6IVib3UT6eZ_Uhl46aR6K0f_e50FDaLq6XpL1QdxLA1wdAwbaAseREs3kcYWre7N9RCvTksHhc5CIt5qjZltV73XctGvzwD4QL4eIsL9w" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://keystonepropane.com/2024-may-giveaway-entry/</a><br /> Don't miss out on future giveaways! Follow us today!<br /> DISCLAIMER Please be aware of spam and bot accounts. Keystone will not DM or ask anyone to share personal information over social media. The winner will be notified, on June 3rd, by email or telephone call ONLY. Any other form of communication should be considered spam and illegitimate.	LEARN_MORE	http://keystonepropane.com/2024-may-giveaway-entry	15869447413	Keystone Propane	https://facebook.com/keystonepropane	1,563	1	3,789,640,474,601,067	2024-05-10 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Learn more	Keystone Propane	120212252076510188	keystonepropane.com	NONE	image	1. Eligibility: The 2024 May Giveaway is open to anyone 18 years of age or older. Entrants must be 18 years of age as of the date of entry in this promotion in order to qualify. This giveaway is subject to federal, state, and local laws and regulations and void where prohibited by law. Keystone Prop...	http://keystonepropane.com/2024-may-giveaway-entry/	2024-05-10 13:33	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441090367_3697924273810784_2776616544992179028_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cHIgZBrFZPkQ7kNvgH0_b-H&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAQvHAkYiNvhhAWS4D1YGnUP-wN_9vD0AG_GPnt9JJ9Ug&oe=66449A7C	person_profile	0	Keystone Propane	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441050241_1630830507664699_6709144667204078275_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_wew79xnfuMQ7kNvgGsLDeU&_nc_oc=AdirG6UGQT20xLG96CGBrz0mwRMAk5u08R7gvg9xyWzS2vnBHpIzODJOponDFGnP85w&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYB7d_Zcnd_PqebIO2mldaxQb9PUwy1vTBJTCTK9W594Jw&oe=6644A1B0	3	Keystone Propane	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,792,119	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1792104}'	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	928642699057287		REGISTER TO WIN: Visit <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbsp.napapromotions.com%2Ffathers-day%2F&h=AT3jvsHAwSrd4TiJESx4A_H5utNK7vTk_UgkTvZB9135J4tPbBg0bcfEDKdYNCwUkRjLr5ik0W33p5cxxdf36721WXrRkVqNd_moSXsWtW9KDN8lrt5hn0Xb5ZXS3RX8kgHmF5bHkk7CiA" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://bsp.napapromotions.com/fathers-day/</a> between May 10 – June 9, 2024 for a chance to win a MILWAUKEE Tool® M18 FUEL™ Blower Kit. Treat Dad this Father’s Day, courtesy of NAPA Auto Parts. <br /> <br /> Contest ends June 9, 2024. Twenty one (21) Stores participating and one winner will be drawn at each store. Winners will be drawn on June 10, 2024. See <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbsp.napapromotions.com%2Ffathers-day%2F&h=AT3zt4x10dGjoSMWMkkgAW6ixZJd0Hu2o2QVCNAhlGRgimtqgPavUGFJdR7HSwDazP9Bs2_C2tAQdvoEPbQBkwL4ud5JwT9_4NaCOcbm7-IMFms_vc0qUpWF6xlkdLj6zTM9vfOYOSOgGg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://bsp.napapromotions.com/fathers-day/</a> for terms and conditions. © 2024 National Automotive Parts Association LLC.	LEARN_MORE	https://bsp.napapromotions.com/fathers-day/	210982755584432	NAPA Auto Parts Lamesa	https://facebook.com/100038803489432	121	1	765,596,049,054,206	2024-05-10 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Learn more	NAPA Auto Parts Lamesa	6496621104279		NONE	image		https://bsp.napapromotions.com/fathers-day/	2024-05-10 13:10	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442399147_451521960583128_7657284235879412508_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qxD4AOJ1vhsQ7kNvgFcO_AW&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYA67fE0Vevu0alknN0GRyAOz86Kp2AJL8GtqBoT0UWbew&oe=66449C8F	person_profile	0	NAPA Auto Parts Lamesa	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442437503_1171922257563087_7090457105818972180_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fxTQZzvAIvwQ7kNvgHvfhPs&_nc_oc=Adjr7FIvXhv_PlAD5DpibVyIoLKodTNbt3p3aUqKTDGhjowJkcedL4GRighg4lDkJZU&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCKPl3xINASf0q5paVbl13zw0SXA-wJEo9zI5GMxANHpg&oe=6644A594	3	NAPA Auto Parts Lamesa	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,792,577	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	969320911270608		Couture Salon is offering one lucky mom a full salon day! <br /> <br /> 🩷 Tag three moms (can include yourself)<br /> 💐 Like this post <br /> 🌸 Follow Couture Salon on facebook and Instagram @couturesalonredlands <br /> <br /> Good luck to all the special moms!!	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/couturesalonredlands	147265365342939	Couture Salon	https://facebook.com/lecouturesalon	518	1	1,139,202,790,734,486	2024-05-10 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Visit Instagram profile	Couture Salon	120209242111160245	instagram.com	NONE	image		http://instagram.com/couturesalonredlands	2024-05-10 10:52	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441952011_256058374268145_8366470942778678424_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tfbAX9shiY8Q7kNvgHUq0UB&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYCYW9Tb0-0nHd-31z2n0m2g9OimLl_Luwfm92lPI9y1jA&oe=6644A61D	person_profile	0	Couture Salon	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442413519_950090679990392_624840105549910626_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Fdzxdryuw24Q7kNvgGdRf2e&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAublsicVfdf4LPP-4Dcv-SfuUKMR7dZVRrAAew3ZCCJA&oe=6644A4BA	3	Couture Salon	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,791,626	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1791609}'	No	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	827185232653184	Don’t Miss Your Opportunity - Donate NOW	One lucky winner will take home not one, but TWO Big-Block Chevys. We’ll even pay the taxes! All entry tickets benefit children & veterans in need. <br /> <br /> Be a hero, donate as little as $3 to charity today, and you could be the next Dream Giveaway winner!<br /> <br /> The bigger your donation, the more kids & veterans you help, the more entry tickets you earn, and the better your odds of winning! <br /> <br /> One person will win a ton of fun with these two legendary muscle cars. <br /> <br /> Will it be you?<br /> <br /> Enter NOW at <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreamgiveaway.com%2Fdg%2Fsuper-chevy%3Fpromo%3DCHEVYFB&h=AT0iVHEMtRl34RCstrEHyrqxTg3orNwUtzEVNfQ9aI6pcRJ1H95iRySMuzb2u-93T6uNJxD4XMD8fziVCJj2FsboaBOKrn0-MXhO76bER9SDtn7W-xjotzeaGV0V0TA59PTkDq62EmHMMw" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.dreamgiveaway.com/dg/super-chevy?promo=CHEVYFB</a> and use promo code CHEVYFB to DOUBLE your tickets!	LEARN_MORE	https://www.dreamgiveaway.com/dg/super-chevy?promo	151916558205890	Dream Giveaway	https://facebook.com/dreamgiveaway	73,660	1	802,321,048,443,246	2024-05-10 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	1	1	Learn more	Dream Giveaway	6539759418477	dreamgiveaway.com	NONE	image	🎟 Claim Your Tickets Now!	https://www.dreamgiveaway.com/dg/super-chevy?promo=CHEVYFB	2024-05-07 00:50	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438174192_1886501871811781_1477580846929223893_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6xpPMDhu_SIQ7kNvgEJhCmB&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYA2K2ZVfvYqMA6s_qhEL25_WlH3rFFYSz1J_yniIEIW4Q&oe=6644904F	person_profile	0	Dream Giveaway Garage	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438161820_800018638856933_9102485218794277869_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qX0B-gvlAQsQ7kNvgGiKYy1&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAv7xdShSyF-6aE1VZa_tUd-8NPX0yci2ycYOJJ05pRIQ&oe=66448F02	3	Dream Giveaway	2024-05-07 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,792,646	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-10 19:27	active	773	375639688178942		Four Strong Southern Women. One Influential Family. A Rift that Could Destroy a Legacy. Enter for a chance to win a signed copy of my debut novel, THE GARDINS OF EDIN, and a gold foil bookmark inspired by the cover! The book makes a great Mother's Day gift too. Pair it with flowers and tea for an extra special treat. <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.goodreads.com%2Fgiveaway%2Fshow%2F387769-the-gardins-of-edin&h=AT1XZcOZVmIWRLoy8jupgvY-ZeVc0kdoYxEe_ygK9MSV4KG9mulKEKmDAc9_bMG_6JGPxLL6PGAfNrV4qeaN9PDx9vHVjPnQ1CkzCsPdMntTwvnX5-KO06p3xZNpEgnh-GhtWV0VqyDozQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/387769-the-gardins-of-edin</a>	LEARN_MORE	https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/387769-the	186283412283232	Rosey Lee - Author	https://facebook.com/roseyleebooks	582	1	1,420,870,021,908,672	2024-05-10 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Learn more	Rosey Lee - Author	120208319921650455	www.goodreads.com	NONE	video		https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/387769-the-gardins-of-edin	2024-05-10 10:33	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439631920_3629477040640271_2283544678578708958_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=quksda-OJhkQ7kNvgHaQ3AJ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYARLBKBU7BtmB_Fpw8kTuKKOICrRmoEAAKY7GRzPLak8g&oe=66449735	person_profile	0			3	Rosey Lee - Author	2024-05-10 02:00	View Edit Delete
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