I stood there for a moment, holding the uncapped Sharpie over the apron.
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I uncapped that marker and wrote, in big, tidy letters:
CLAIRE - THE BETTER HOMEMAKER
Then I walked back into the dining room and held it out to her.
"Since you know how Mark likes everything," I said, in the sweetest voice I owned, "and you run his home so much better than I do, I've decided to give you your old job back."
The room froze.
CLAIRE - THE BETTER HOMEMAKER
A glass clinked somewhere.
Mark was right behind me.
"How dare you?" he shouted.
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I expected Claire to be insulted. I expected her to throw it at me.
What she did instead turned my stupid little apron stunt into something I hadn't been prepared to hear.
"How dare you?"
Claire took the apron with a smile. She tied it around her waist, slowly, and smoothed it flat over her dress.
