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It's Complicated

“Did you uhh…” I started, my index finger lazily waving at her belly, “Are you..”
“Showing?”
“I wasn’t going to.. uh.. Ya,” i nodded, and must have looked like a 6 year old in the principal’s office.
“A little,” Annette said, “Look, I don’t expect..”
“No,” I interrupted, “seriously; anything that you need… Look, I’m no shmuck,”
She gave me a look like, Who uses the word ‘shmuck’ anymore!?
“It’s just…”
”...complicated,” I finished for her.
Her lips pursed, and she nodded, “Ya, complicated,”
“What’s his name,” I wondered.
“Oh it’s not like that. no, no,” she stammered, tugging at her long curls.
“Oh,” a sheepish smile split my face, “Oh, well.. good, right? That’s good?”
“Well,” she leaned heavily against the concrete wall, and gently bumped her head against it one time, then two.
“You know Eva?”
“The accountant?” i asked.
“Ya.. I like her A LOT !”
My lunch did a forward flip this time.
She continued, “But i like you alot too, Jake. It’s all very confusing.”
“Wow… you’re not kidding,”

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