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Marco nodded slowly, and pulled his keys out of his pocket.

“We’d better go inside.  Mrs. Wright is going to fall through that plate glass window trying to figure out what’s going on over here,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder at the large house across the street.


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It’s a good thing Carolyn was sitting down because for sure her legs would have given out under her.  The room spun.


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He had driven around the city for over an hour making the calls.  He felt a wave of relief.  There had been no firestorms.


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Carolyn took a deep breath.  “Who told you that?”


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Carolyn’s Best-friend-for-life Cassie,  Cassandra Benoit, was one of the fashion industry’s best-known, and well-loved models, who at forty one was still in demand on the catwalks.


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It was 5:00 o’clock and Carolyn suddenly had the house to herself.


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“Giiiiirl, you have scoooored!”  Pauline said, nudging her sister in the ribs as soon as they got into the kitchen.


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