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by Wynter on Tue Mar 08, 2011 2:47 am
"Come in." was what her husband, David, had spoken to Andrew, quite an old friend of Marie's.
Right, the only reason for the invite was because the male was in fact of the law profession, and being closer to herself then David, would kick his ass in court if she were to divorce him.
Not that she would; she still loved him, in some way, that kept pulling away the thought of the or rid separation which would result in her leaving them, and herself causing it.
No, and she'd never do that to Nevaeh.
Marie was beautiful, though the tired and stressed expression current on her features could have stated something short of the latter. Nevaeh, both her and David's 11 year-old daughter, was lovely; in Marie's eyes, at least.
The girl had long dark-brown hair that swirled down in balanced, natural, ringlets; unlike Marie's hair, which was black, also in ringlets, but their daughter had inherited the color from her fathers side. Genetics bolstered evenly through the adolescent; she looked both like her mother and father.
Marie herself was crying; not at all dressed ready for company, let alone barely suitable to be the stereotypical housewife and mother every girl had wanted to grow up and be like; or at least she had. She wore no makeup at the given time; her eyes were red from crying, face alike from stress, and she wore a t-shirt with sweat-pants to complete the not-so-fancy attire.
Moving closer to her child, whom of which was staring awed, possibly shocked, to her dad when he let a stranger come into their house, their home, she put an arm around Nevaeh, saying softly and calmly in the child's ear, "Go up and change into day clothes, alright love? Then when you come down after I'll check your homework."
With that, the only spark of happiness she'd been able to muster up later to give herself true happiness, from anyone, ran up the stairs, out of sight.
Tired jade-green eyes moving toasted Andrew, she spoke, her voice slightly hoarse at first, but she cleared her throughout, speaking softly, "Andrew; it's good to see you. I... we," she corrected herself, eyeing her husband, "hadn't been expecting anyone."
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