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Walking Home
It had been a long, hard week. I had finished work early that Friday and I was on my way home. It was a warm July afternoon and finishing work early had put me in a very good mood. I rang Sharon, my wife. “Hey, how’s it going?” “Not bad,” she replied. “I’ve dropped Ben off at your mother's. He’s staying overnight.” I smiled. Ben, our fourteen-year-old son, enjoyed being spoiled by his Gran. “So it’s just us two tonight?” “Yes.” She paused. “Is that a bad thing?” I laughed knowing she was...