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"Frank began to sob and collapsed to the kitchen floor. They sat that way in silence for quite some time contemplating just whatthe future would now hold for them as each other. "I think it'll be alright, Frank," Donna finally said in his deepbaritone. "We'll adjust?" Adjust?" Frank exclaimed, "You're kidding right?"Donna finally looked down at his very female husband."I'm sorry, Frank; but we don't have any other choice."Frank nodded, her red locks hung loosely around her face. She sighed andgot up from the kitchen floor. "You hungry?" she asked Donna.Donna turned and looked at his wife. "Surprisingly, yes I am," he said."Bacon and eggs with toast, OK?" she asked him.Donna nodded. "Sounds great!" Fine, it'll be ready soon. Why don't you go get shaved and dressed? I'llcall you when it's ready."Donna quickly brought a hand up to his face. It felt like sandpaper. Heneeded to shave if he was going to go anywhere today. He wondered for justa few seconds just what Frank usually did on. Softly, she released him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and left him.The days after that were somewhat peculiar. After her faux pas at the dinner, none of Jiri's friends showed the slightest interest in getting any further acquainted with Cindi. Whenever Jiri sat down at Cindi's table at dinner time, she would look a bit awkward, and would clam up. In the end, he rejoined his usual dinner companions, and left Cindi to eat pretty much by herself.Most evenings, though, there would be that soft tap on the door, and Cindi would slip into Jiri's room, where they would play backgammon, and talk. During the course of each evening, Cindi, seemingly unconsciously, would softly cover Jiri's hand with her own. Jiri would let her gently turn his hand over, and she would delicately stroke him with her fingers, her fingers tracing quiet patterns on his palm, as if tracing out his life-line.He came to enjoy the sound of her voice. Although the accent was broad, he appreciated her candour and.
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