“What has she been doing?” my mother asked.
What hadn’t Lisa done?
Firstly, she was young and attractive and worked closely on many projects with Alex.
“Of course, Alex has mentioned her before, but I didn’t think anything of it,” I said. “But things are getting a bit much now. And I’m uncomfortable, Mom.”
“What things, Emma?” my mother asked. “Tell me more!”
“Gifts, Mom. She’s been giving him lots of gifts. Personalized and all.”
And it was true. My husband began bringing home gifts. At first, it wasn’t anything extravagant. But then they began to get personal.
“Custom mugs, Mom. With his name on them and everything,” I replied. “And then, a tie with little rockets on it, because you know how much he loves space.”
“And you know for a fact that they’re gifts from Lisa?” my mother asked.
“Yes! Alex said so. Loud and clear,” I replied.
“Just keep an eye on the situation, Emma,” my mother said.
And, of course, I was going to do just that.
But one evening, as Alex walked in the door, I didn’t know what came over me. And I found myself addressing him with a snide comment.
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