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"Your son?"
Jessica leant on the sink and scrutinized Jim; neat, tidy, overly fastidious.
"Josh?" He answered, running the extendable tap around the sink. A splash darkened her top.
"Coming this Christmas?"
He wrung the dishcloth tightly and shook his head.
"For the best." She said.