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"Oh Alfred, there you are," Martha said. "Could you come here for a moment."
She said it to Alfred, poking her head out of her bedroom door. Not being able to deny her anything he of course went right over. hen he did she backed away from the door and let him in. Once inside he took in the situation. She was wearing the dress he knew she was supposed to be for the event they were heading to. Much nicer than was really needed to take their son to the movies, but they had decided to make an event of it. The only problem was the dress was not on properly. She was holding up the front of it over her chest and the back was obviously wide open.
"Can you get the zipper for me? It seems to be stuck."
"Of course."
If he had been fifteen years younger, embarrassment would have won. But over the years he had gotten used to Martha asking such things of him.
He zipped it up and once again thought of how beautiful she was. More once she turned around and smiled at him. His love for her and Thomas had years prior gone from that of an employee to something much more.
"There you are," Thomas said, coming into the room. "Bruce and I were starting to get worried.
Thomas was as dashing in his suit as Martha was in her dress. Alfred's heart fluttered as he struggled to regain his composure.
"Alfred was just helping me with my dress."
"Wonderful. We can always count on you."
Thomas picked up the pearls that Martha had laid out and put them around her neck.
"Wait up for us. There's something we want to talk about."
The looks they gave promised something wonderful.