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If there was one thing she’d learned while applying for, and being denied, tenure; it was that the time had come for Mary Woods to start living her life for herself.
Rediscovering her décolletage felt very essential in unearthing the Mary of Christmases past.
she was happy. For the first time in a long time. Mary Woods was happy.
Only in the Corps did he learn something most men don’t: how to be human and how to be kind. And those two things, these lessons he never learned at home, kept the ever present smile on his face. Because he wasn’t shit like his parents. And that fact made every day the best damn day of his life.
But Mary had long since accepted that her life was not a romcom, or a straight romance. It was a pure, unadulterated, comedy, a farce to be exact.
“I don’t wanna choose. I want you both. But I’m not interested in a rotation and I don’t want to come between you two. I want you both. At the same time. And if you’re both open to it, I want you two to want each other.”
