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My Lover is Giving His Girlfriend a Second Chance
I have found my Mama Bear instinct in the last place I would have thought to discover it.
I was hoping you could help me out, reads the text on Jester’s phone in my hand. A sort of indignation to which I am unaccustomed fills my stomach, an astonishment mixed with a bit of righteous anger. The audacity of this bitch!
“I guess I’ll find out what she wants in a few hours, when she gets off work,” says Jester as I hand his phone back to him.
I know I am making a face, but I couldn’t say what kind. “Well,” I say, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll keep most of my opinions about it to myself and say, I’ll see you this evening.”
“Bye, baby,” Jester answers with a smile. I think he appreciates the keeping-my-opinions-to-myself thing.
I hustle the children out the door, still reeling with a mild outrage that this woman would dare text my man looking for a favor after the way she treated him.
Jester met Lady Mouse a little less than a year ago, shortly after our daughter, Baby Bug, was born. She was walking down the road with nothing — no car, no money, nowhere to really go, no one to help her, just her phone and the clothes on her body.
