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(Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay walked through the front door already talking, which she felt pretty stupid for once she realized Cindy wasn’t in the living room where she had expected to find her. Or in the kitchen, she realized after checking there, and putting down the appetizers she had pilfered on Cindy’s behalf. So, either Cindy…

(Cindy’s POV) Work. Work was a beautiful thing. At least her work, which she loved. Her work which she loved more than anything else in the world. Did she love her work more than anything else in the world? Of course she did! Yes. She loved her job. She was good at it, maybe even…

(LINDSAY’S POV) The absence of distinct dog smell had enlightened Lindsay to the fact that Martha’d had a bath when she came home the previous night. Now, the fairly intricate fur styling, complete with bow, that she noticed immediately upon coming through the door, reminded Lindsay of just how bored Cindy had to be stuck…