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    “This car is my baby,” I said while smiling. “Now, where’s your place?”
     

 
     
     
     
    chapter 8
     
    jennet
     
     
    We ate early because Barry was always tired after work and he went to sleep early. At four thirty, Mary was done making dinner, and at five, we sat down to eat. Mary was an amazing cook and made us french onion soup with New York strip steak and a salad of fresh greens. Truly delicious.
    “Honey, how was your first day?” Barry asked with a mouthful of steak. He had terrible table manners.
    “It was okay,” I answered. “Kind of hectic, but I’m excited for tomorrow. How was your day?”
    Small talk with Barry always seemed awkward. We hardly had flowing conversations. Rather we connected through mutual interests. Barry loved tennis and so did I. He enjoyed painting and so did I. He liked a simple life and so did I. We didn’t go out and party like other young couples. We had always been more mature than that.
    “Hectic as well. I had to verify several documents and rewrite a patent for one of our clients. A long day overall.”
    We both went back to eating and finished up. Barry headed upstairs to get ready for bed and relaxation. I cleaned up after us and made glanced out the window as I finished up with the dishes. It was still light out and I was feeling cooped up. I hadn’t eaten enough at dinner that I felt uncomfortably full so I decided to go for a run. Nobody had ever been able to understand how I could exercise so quickly after eating. It was a strange quirk of mine. I squeezed into my leggings and threw on a sports bra. On my way out, I looked into the mirror and put a shirt on over my bra.
    I took a left down the street to run my regular route. As I swiftly moved across the ground, I felt my heart rate increase as my body released adrenaline. I loved running; it always cleared my head when I just focused on the run. Music blaring through my headphones, my body moving in a constant tempo, the rush of exercise—I loved everything about it.
    I looked around and viewed my surroundings. The Andersons were fighting again. Poor Martha. She was so sweet, but her husband, Greg, was such an ass. Mr. Reel was mowing his lawn again. He waved and I waved back. I didn’t like his wife, Tiffany. She believed herself to be entitled to everything because they had money. Nicolas was so much different than his wife, but he loved her all the same. Jogging down the road, I took another right and headed down Counts Street.
    Counts Street was where the houses began to get larger and larger. This was where the extremely wealthy lived. I stopped jogging for a bit to take a look and I was absolutely amazed. Barry and I were wealthy, but nothing like this. Three-story homes with stone fences and guarded gates. It just blew me away that people lived like that.
    I continued jogging after about four minutes of being awestruck. Normally I would take a left onto Dawngate Avenue, but instead, I took another right. I jogged down that way for a while and came upon a park I’d never been to before. The sign said ‘Wells Park. Open to the public,’ so I entered. The sun was starting to go down and the sky was getting slightly darker, but there was still about an hour of sunlight left. I ran through the park while looking at the ancient trees and the magnificent flowers and bushes.
    “There’s no way that a public park should look this good,” I said to myself. I continued down the path until I came unto a fork. I was trying to decide which path to take when I heard someone coming up behind me during a pause in the music.
    “Jennet!”
    I turned around to see Mrs. Nugent in a jogging outfit. “Mrs. Nugent, hello.” I felt embarrassed to be wearing leggings while in front of my boss, even if she was in the same type of outfit I was. It just wasn’t comfortable to me.
    “Please call me Denise outside of the office. I didn’t know you jogged. I come here all the time and I’ve never seen you