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stunning!” I said, walking up to the counter behind the couple.
    “Charlotte, I haven’t seen you in months!” Ms. Kline said with a squeal. I smiled and hugged her tightly.
    Janice Kline was the wife of Mister Henry Kline, one of the most sought after corporate lawyers in Dallas. He’d told me once that he’d chosen corporate law because it seemed like the lesser of all the law evils.
    He’d opted out of criminal law, because if your client was guilty, you legally couldn’t tell anyone, and you still had to defend him to the best of your ability, which he was entirely too honest to do. Family law had been a no because he’d interned at a family law firm for a bit, and watching those adults squabble over those poor little ones with no concern at all about what was best for them just broke his heart. Other lawyers told him that this was the norm for family law: one parent would care about the wellbeing of the children while the other just wanted to hurt the other party, even if that meant hurting the children in the meantime. Or, neither cared about anything other than getting everything they could out of each other. Every other type of law, he’d found a reason that he couldn’t do it, and corporate law had seemed to have the least amount of ‘hell no’ moments for him. He was very good at his job, and he adored his wife. And she, in turn, adored him.
    “How have you been? I saw you two at the Mayor’s ball last week, you looked fantastic, and Mr. Kline cleans up very nicely,” I said.
    Janice laughed and nodded, “He does, doesn’t he? Considering how old he and I are, I’m sometimes surprised how much that man gets me going,” she said with an eyebrow wiggle for effect, which made everyone laugh.
    “Ms. Kline, this is Isobel. She writes with me at Pinks ,” I said, introducing the two. Somehow, Izzy had never been with me when I ran into Janice before.
    “Nice to meet you,” Izzy said. Janice took the hand she offered and shook it with a warm smile.
    “Ah, so you’re the third. I always see the three of you together in the news, but I haven’t gotten the chance to meet you before now,” she said.
    Izzy smiled and nodded, “Yes, ma’am. Charlotte and Jacinta are my closest friends.”
    Janice grinned. “That’s beautiful. You three keep that: the bond that you all have. Don’t let men or distance or anything else push you all away from each other. Even if you get married and are madly in love, you always need someone you can go to, get drunk with, and bitch about your husband to without having to worry about it getting back to him,” she said with a laugh. We all smiled.
    “I can’t see you doing that,” I said. Janice scoffed.
    “I love my husband, don’t get me wrong. But there are still things that he does that drive me up a wall after all of these years. And I know that there are things that I do that he can’t stand either. That’s why, when he says that he and some of the others are going out for a drink, I don’t argue about how he needs to come straight home,” she said.
    I nodded. “Even after the kind of hours that he works? Being gone for fourteen hours, and then calling and saying that he’ll be late?” Jacinta asked. Janice turned and nodded.
    “That’s exactly why I let him go, dear. He works long, hard hours. I want him to come home happy, having let go of all the stress of the day and ready to cuddle up with me to just relax. Sometimes, for him, that means coming home and telling me about it. Sometimes, that means going out for a few drinks with the other partners. Only he can fully know what he needs, and it’s just my job to provide it,” she said. I smiled.
    “You should council young couples,” I said. Janice laughed and shook her head.
    “Who would want to listen to an old bat like me?” she said. Jacinta, Isobel, and I all raised our hands. Janice’s face flushed and she giggled.
    “I think your way of doing things makes way more sense than the way