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“Really?” Bethann raised a manicured eyebrow in disdain. “Never mind, I see Gina. I must go and say hello.”
“For Chrissakes, Jen, officers’ wives are worse than the bitchiest girls I ever knew in high school. There are more trip hazards in a conversation at these Navy luncheons than in any dark alley.”
“Yeah, it can be tricky,” Jen replied, watching over the rim of her Chardonnay as Gina and Bethann cut glances at them from across the room. “If your husband doesn’t get put up for promotion, at least you’ll know which topics are off-limits at the Christmas luncheon!”
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