“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Sara asked as the front door swung open.
“Couldn’t and knew you wouldn’t be so I thought we could talk. Can I come in?” Catherine smiled as she lifted the plastic grocery bag. “I brought ice cream.”
“What kind?”
Pulling out a pint she waggled it enticingly. “Its Ben and Jerry’s; I got Neapolitan Dynamite for you and
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