May shot the other woman a grateful look. "Thanks," she said. "Sometimes it feels like life just sort of chose things for me." Not that she regretted her life. She loved marrying Ben and raising Peter. Her career had just taken a back seat; she worked because she needed to pay bills, but she wanted something more now.
"Nothing?" She repeated. "We need to get you out then. Call Peggy and have a girls night."
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