Sandra spent the week thinking about her meeting with Cynthia. Her neighbor’s boy, younger than Sandra’s son, was so well behaved that it put her to shame, and his relationship with her so open, so loving and close that it made her jealous. Sandra ached whenever she saw Gregory leap into his mommy’s arms. How she wished she could cuddle Pete, as often and as openly, as her neighbors!
‘She gets him off as often as she can,’ mused Sandra as she idly looked out her window, watching the woman