"Of course! Brockley!" Jim shouted and smote his brow mightily. Recovering on the floor a minute later he repeated: "Brockley! That was the name of the woman my father left Mom for when I was three! This absurd phobia of mine is just a twisted childhood trauma. It also explains why my mother always served broccoli with every meal and insisted on us eating it all. She was getting symbolic revenge on her rival."
"That's all fine and dandy," Sharon admitted. "But does any of this help me get this collar off, or find clothes to fit my new figure?"
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