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associated with the first day of the week. Justin left early saying he would work at his home during market hours until he got the kinks out of his new computer system. Emily missed the school bus, Nick had an accident, and when Amy arrived at school, she faced a class with so many children sick from a virus her classroom should have been quarantined.
    That evening Justin didn’t arrive home by dinnertime, making Amy wonder if he was experiencing buyer’s remorse. Probably sensing her edginess,the kids chose that night for a full-fledged arsenic hour.
    Topping it off with a cherry, Ms. Hatcher arrived at the door. Amy just managed to beat Emily to the door. Moving her lips into what she hoped looked like a smile, Amy opened the door and greeted the woman.
    “Good evening, Ms. Hatcher. Do come in. You’ve arrived just at dinner time again,” Amy said, cheerfully trying to keep the edge from her voice.
    “I nearly tripped over the tricycle on the sidewalk,” Ms. Hatcher grumbled as they headed away from the foyer.
    “I’m so sorry,” Amy said, thinking it was a shame the woman hadn’t broken her neck. As soon as the thought whispered across her mind, she winced, hoping she wouldn’t get struck by lightning. “I wish I could offer you dessert, but—”
    Amy heard the front door open and close. She glanced past Ms. Hatcher to see Justin. Her stomach flipped. She and Justin hadn’t prepared for this. She didn’t know whether to kiss him or tell him to leave. A visit from Ms. Hatcher was too important to muddle, and she and Justin hadn’t even made plans. “Justin,” she said, biting her lip, “Ms. Hatcher is here.”
    “Hi, Justin!” the twins chorused.
    Waving to the boys, he quickly surveyed thescene and walked toward Amy. “Nice to see you, Ms. Hatcher. Has Amy had a chance to share our news with you?”
    The woman frowned as Justin put his arm around Amy. “News? What news?”
    “We were married over the weekend. You can be among the first to congratulate us.”
    Ms. Hatcher’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You’re married? So quickly?”
    He nuzzled Amy’s hair, surprising the dickens out of her. “When it’s right, it’s best not to wait. Amy and I have each other, and the children have two parents.”
    “B-b-but, what about your honeymoon?”
    Amy stiffened.
    Justin skimmed his fingers down the sensitive inside of her arm and laced his long fingers through hers. “I’d like nothing more than to have my bride all to myself, but we thought it would be much better for the children not to leave them for a while.” He squeezed Amy’s hand a little too tightly as if to wake her from a trance. “Right, sweetheart?”
    Amy nodded. “Right. The children have really taken to Justin, and I think it will be wonderful for both the boys and Emily to have a successful male role model in the home.” Amy resisted the urge to put her finger down her throat. Give her pearls, heels and a vacuum cleaner and she could have been a 1950s television wife.
    “Well, we will need to interview Mr. Langdon and perform our routine check,” Ms. Hatcher said, clearly still struggling with her surprise.
    Amy battled another dart of anxiety. What if there was something detrimental in Justin’s past?
    “Feel free. It’s important for you to do your job,” Justin said and to Amy’s ears he might as well have said “Have at it, you nosey hag. I have nothing to hide.”
    She needed to get Ms. Hatcher out the door. She wouldn’t be able to sustain the 1950s television wife persona much longer. “Was there anything else you needed this evening?” she asked.
    “Not that I can think—”
    “Then let me escort you to the door,” Justin said. Amy wondered if he’d noticed her squeaky tone of voice. She suspected he knew how tense she was.
    He deliberately pried Amy’s fingers from his and took Ms. Hatcher’s arm.
    “Thank you,” she said under her breath and felt her shoulder twitch when the woman