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Peeping wifeHe wished he could trade partners with Joe for a night, but that had never come up in their friendship, and he didn't think it would go over. Joe had known for a long time that Tom enjoyed looking his wife over, and he had as much fun sizing up Ann. Joe was a tall, slim guy with a thin, finely chiseled face, unlike Tom, who was big and broad with a rugged handsomeness. "This looks like the life, all right," Joe told his old buddy as he reached toward the fire with his feet. "It really is, Joe. You should think of moving up here. The city is no place to live." "Yeah, I know. But the job and all. I'm not the type to open an antique store or anything like that," Joe said. Tom had to agree about that, but he didn't say so. Joe had always played it safe and he wouldn't leave his secure job. Tom liked to take chances, and the antique shop was a big risk. The girls came back and they all sat and talked. Joe and Jane told them all about their mutual friends back in the city, and what they had been doing. Ann and Tom wait on about the shop, the house and Owlsport. "I've always heard about life in a small town," Ann said. "And now I know it's all true ...» |
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