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He leaned in even closer. “Then I’ll train her.” I felt my eyes get squinty. “We’re not dogs, Ben.” “A woman gets in a relationship, you’re tellin’ me she doesn’t do her thing to train her man?” he shot back. She did. Absolutely. She started building her lesson plans the day after a first good date.
“Know one thing on God’s beautiful earth, and that is”—she leaned into me—“love is never wrong.”
It was a surprise, but when it came to her home, Francesca Concetti wasn’t about flash but was about taste and minimization. Theresa Bianchi decorated in bulk, with a heavy dose of Catholicism.
