Nadia raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, but Maryann sped ahead full throttle, like an out-of-control freight train desperate to unload its emotional baggage. “The only time Ken and I have seen each other outside of the bank was one day last week. It wasn’t exactly a date, you know, and it was only for a few hours. We took an afternoon off from work and strolled along the Schuykill River, just talking, you know, but we held hands like a couple of teenagers. We talked about a life together.”

While Maryann spoke, Nadia rested her elbows on the edge of the table, clasped her hands together and laid her chin on them. She continued to ponder the more subtle message in the cards.

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