Speaking of which . . . Marta rested her well-manicured hand on her shoulder, less friendly than possessive, and entirely unwanted. She, too, tried to... catch Dez’s eye in the mirror. ‘The new you.’ She said affirmatively. Behind her, Jane and Tina murmured approvingly, pointing, touching, making shapes in the air with their hands- here, her cupped face, and how well her hair now framed it, here, with two curved swipes, her body, and how well her new clothes fit it. Like they had always been-. Frowning Josh sat up straighter wondering why she was singling him out. The spotlight illuminated him briefly, and he stood and waved before it swung back to the stage. ‘Don’t tell him but I’m pretty mad at him right now,’ she said in a stage whisper. Josh leaned forward wondering what in the hell was going on. ‘You see this was my last kids concert for my grandparents,’ her voice turned sad, ‘and I’ve been here every year doing the same thing, listening to the same tired carols that we all. ”“You’re not old, you’re just rocking a dad bod,” Sam countered, regaining some footing. “I like it, but a bit of exercise can help sort you out.”“I have a dad bod?” Shit. I was going to go running every day for the rest of my life now. And I’d need to get stronger. After my last relationship exploded, I’d said I would ‘lift weights three times a week.’ Dad had approved, and bought me barbells. Did I even still have those?“I’m too old for you, Sam.” I said a bit more strongly. Firm, not angry. I found Mr. Appleton's office and was delighted to seethat the years had been kind to him. He was almost 50,but still buff and babish."Mary Theresa Schultz! It's wonderful to see youagain," he said. "Oh my, you're stunning! The mostbeautiful woman in town!"Mentally, my panties were half off. No one can let acompliment like that go unrewarded. I actuallyblushed. "Thank you, Mr. Appleton. My name is O'Malleynow. Sam and I have been married for 16 years." Please, Mary Theresa, call me Bruce. Sam's.