“Not gonna fit,” Leslie said, “It’s too big.”
I sighed. My shoulders sagged and I felt defeated.
“I hope you’re wrong,” I said, knowing that she probablywasn’t. Over the years I had grown accustomed to Leslie (Double L) being right. Even when I knew she wasn’t,somehow, she always was. But, in this particular instance, I had no grounds forprotest. My lovely, smart bride was most definitely correct.
It was too big.
She looked at me. “Now...
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