He might just be feigning interest, though.

After all, Sanford was a gentleman. Perhaps he was just naturally kind to all his women.

Post-breakfast, Maggie busied herself with clearing the table.

Rosalynn, eyeing the men, issued a command. “Take out the trash.”

Both Brian and Sanford traded a stunned glance.

“Did you hear that? Go throw the garbage,” Brian echoed, delegating the menial task to Sanford.

to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim to

alien to them. Their meals had always been served

They both had mysophobia.

for Brian to demonstrate his willingness to undertake even

furrowing

at an exaggerated distance from his body,

Brian replied, “Of course,

a gap between yourself and the bag?” Rosalynn prodded, her amusement

“Static electricity.”

at a loss for

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