Monica sat beside him, so embarrassed she was practically ready to bury her head in her soup bowl, tears welling up in her eyes like tiny, shame-filled pearls.
Suppressing her sobs as much as possible, Monica used her sleeve to wipe her face.
Linda took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't wait any longer. Monica was thin-skinned; if things went on like this, she might slip into depression over it.
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