Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson
s young, tire
rness, I strongly suspect acute appendicitis," she said, looking at the chart. "This isn't something y
d to rest. And you need surgery. If you keep going like this, you're g
ere shaking. "Can I... can I wait
Should you? Absolutely not. I'm prescribing you the strongest
the pills she gave her r
hone
up to you. Lunch at Le Coucou? Just us girls. We need to talk abo
. Alexia knew
ould tell Jensen she was being
exia typ
oucou early. She order
en minutes late.
e air beside Alexia's c
d for us! The seafood t
lench. The smell of brine and shellfish from a nearby table was already
h, stop it. You're always
lexia s
ked throug
er. He looked annoyed, but wh
ing up," he said to Alexia,
ed at Aubre
arm. "I just wanted
ysters. Clams. Sashimi. It smel
oyster. "Eat, Alexia
aid, her voice tigh
you are impossible. Aubree is tryi
, a smirk playing on her lips
reaking out on her forehead, the pain in her side a sharp, insistent
sn't loud. It was quiet. It was the
a sto
t the copy of the divorce agreement she
ble, right on top of the c
" she said. Her
he papers soaking
m him to her. "You can celebrate. Aubree, make sur
urant wen
ned purple. "Sit
turned
look back. She didn't hol