Julie paced the bamboo floors, wiggling her toes in her Toms between steps while Connie Chaplin stood in front of the television, her vodka tonic as much a part of her uniform as the linen pants and sandals. “Connie, we really need to talk.” “Relax, Jules, it’s nothing.” Relax. Julie always needed to relax. After Chase... Continue Reading →

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