Richard looked at the business card and its neat lettering, and then looked up into Jackie’s dark brown eyes, “You’re a psychotherapist?” he gasped, more than questioned.
Again Jackie smiled and said, “You never know, someday you might need someone to talk to.”
And with that, Jackie turned toward Buck, who now appeared a little unsure of his bearings, and offered him her arm.
As the couple walked away from Richard, it seemed as if Jackie was guiding Buck toward the front door of the house, almost as if Buck didn’t quite recognize where he was going.
His mind alive and skipping from observation to observation, Richard couldn’t help wondering, “Why doesn’t she wear a wedding ring?”
A few seconds later, it dawned on Richard, “Maybe their car did break down, but that man sure wasn’t her husband.”
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