“How could he do this to me?” Sandra started crying suddenly. “Janet, tell me the truth: Did I do something to chase Mark away? Or should I have put more effort into my appearance? Maybe if I had Botox or gave the girls a lift.” She placed her hands beneath her breasts and pushed them upwards. “It’s not you, Sandy. It’s him,” Janet said, emphasizing that the betrayal wasn’t Sandra’s fault.That evening, at the conference center, Sandra and Janet, dressed in gowns, noticed a strict security guard at the front entrance.
Once she was close to the entrance, she glanced back at Janet and gave her a thumbs-up. Janet pressed her hands together as though praying, and then she hobbled toward the entrance with her strappy shoes dangling from her fingers.”Excuse me,” Janet said with an emotional quiver in her voice. “Do you perhaps have some glue? My heels broke, and I’ve hurt my ankle, and…and…”As Janet distracted the guard with a wail, Sandra kept going. Suddenly, Janet cried, “I just need to borrow it!” and took off in the other direction, clutching the guard’s baton, her dress hitched up.
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