I snorted. “Again, Nyree, I doubt you can tell me anything I don’t already know about my wife.” My brows furrowed. “Except for one question: what attracted you to her? What had you ever seen in her that made you want to be friends?” I sat up in my chair, resting my elbows on the desk. “As you pointed out, she doesn’t come from money and has no relatives of influence. So why, after all these years of knowing a second-class citizen have you remained friends with her to the point of asking her to stand with you in your wedding? It’s truly perplexing.” I pulled at the fine hairs of my beard.
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