vi: Jim   Jim was barely in the door before he went to the open bottle of wine and poured himself a huge glass of pinot noir. He stood at the kitchen bar downing it in large, quick gulps until it was gone; then poured another and went to the couch to sit. It had been a hell of a meeting. Not that most of them were not stressful—this was people’s lives after all—but tonight had been hellacious. He’d known it would be, of course. When he invited Paula and Mary, he’d expected...well
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