Claire
"You look happy," Linda said, sliding into the booth across from me at the diner we'd been meeting at every other Thursday for going on fifteen years now. "Happier than usual. What's going on?"
"Can't a woman just be happy?"
"A woman can. You, historically, need a reason." Linda flagged down the waitress for coffee before turning back to me with the particular look she gets when she's decided she's not leaving until she has an actual answer. "So. Spill."
I hadn't planned on telling her, not really, but the truth was I'd been sitting on this particular happiness for almost two weeks now and it had gotten too big to keep contained over just coffee and eggs.
"Mark came for dinner a couple weeks ago," I said. "And Sophia was there."
Linda's eyebrows went up. "Mark. Your Mark?"
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