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Then I heard the front door open and there was Marge, her arms full of grocery bundles. “Why, darling! You’re home early!”

I just blinked for a moment. Then I said, “You’re still here!”

“Of course. Where did you think I’d be?”

“But I thought—I mean the ticket office—”

She set down the bundles and kissed me and looked up into my eyes, almost smiling, half reproachful. “You didn’t really think I’d go running off with something out of a lab, did you?”

“Then—you knew?”

“Certainly I knew, silly. You didn’t do a very good job of instructing him, either. You gave him far too much latitude. Let him have ideas of his own and all that. And next thing I knew, he was trying to get me to run off with him to Hawaii or someplace.”

“Bermuda,” I said.

And then Marge was in my arms, kissing me and snuggling her cheek against my chest.

“Even though he looked like you, I knew he couldn’t be,” she said. “He was like you, but he wasn’t you, darling. And all I ever want is you. I just never appreciated you before....”