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.

shouldn’t you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go and toss the

alien to them. Their meals

They both had mysophobia.

to demonstrate his willingness to undertake

furrowing before

an exaggerated distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain

replied, “Of

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

“Static electricity.”

at a loss for

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