I was chopping onions in the kitchen when he knocked on the front door. “You know I live here, why’d you knock?” I asked. “It just seemed polite,” he said before giving me a hug. Malone’s wife came in behind him. She’s the kind the smiles wide, with her whole face. Amber heard the commotion in the kitchen and came from the living room in her house shoes. “How’s your good day?” she asked Malone. “Just about right,” he said.
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