Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

hair, and a body that could turn a stiff into a sex fiend. She’d
never held a real job in her life, and was proud of it. She
leaned back in her chair and filed her well-manicured nails.
“How long have you been doing this?” she asked.
“This is my first time out.”
“How do we know you’re any good with kids?”
“Well,” Annie said, “I raised four and they turned out
pretty good.”
“What‘s pretty good?”
“One’s a physicist, one’s a lawyer, and the other two are
doctors. A brain surgeon and a neurologist.”
“That’s fine,” Annie said. “But are they happy?”
“All happily married with kids. My oldest son just had his
24th wedding anniversary.”
“Do you have a husband?”
“No. He died about 10 years ago.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No”
“Do you want one?”
“No.”
“What do you do for fun?”
“Play the cello, paint, swim”
“Are you healthy?”
“As far as I know.”
Steffy was trying to climb onto Annie’s lap. She picked her
up and bounced her on her knee. The baby cooed with delight.
Jane and I looked at each other. Annie seemed like a fit to
me, but I couldn’t tell what Jane was thinking. I could never
tell what Jane was thinking. She always surprised me. That was
one of her charms.
“We’ll let the agency know tomorrow,” I said.
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