Jean’s question surprised me. I knelt, looked into her eyes, and asked while holding her two tiny hands, “Mom doesn’t understand what different words you mean. Can you explain?”“Umm, usually every morning you would hug each other, then daddy would kiss you and you would kiss daddy. But, this morning I didn’t see you guys hugging and kissing, so I think you guys differ,” she answered innocently.I laughed at the answers she gave. How innocent, and I had to admit she’s an excellent observer. “We’re okay. We’re okay. Look.”To show Jean that our relationship was fine, I hugged and whispered in Sam’s ear, “Please play with me, so she’ll be sure that we’re okay. Please.”“Okay,” Sam replied.His gentle whisper awakened longing and desire in me. His breath and the minty smell that wafted from his lips made me want to kiss him passionately, but I couldn’t. I asked him to play with me so the kids would believe we were okay.Sam wrapped his arms around my waist, pushed my hair back, and kisse
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