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climbing her forehead. 'That's good, isn't it?' she asked. |
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'Well, we're off,' Lynn announced. |
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Denise looked around. Lynn wore a knee-length camel coat, carried a blue clutch bag in one hand and a fringed, white shawl in the other. |
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'How are you doing, Denise?' John asked, following his wife into the room. |
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'It's nice to see you again. I thought you'd retired from sitting.' |
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'She's just doing this tonight as a special favor,' Lynn told him. |
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He shook his head, smiling. He was a big, heavy-set man who always seemed friendly. Denise was glad to see him again. He wore a blue blazer and gray slacks. His necktie wasn't quite straight. It swung down as he bent over and frowned at each of Denise's arms. 'Which one did Lynn twist?' |
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'This one.' She raised her right arm, the hand limp and dangling. |
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'Better have that looked at.' |
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'Well, we've got to be off.' Lynn stepped past Denise, crouched and kissed Kara. 'You behave yourself,' she said. |
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John kissed her. 'Yeah,' he said. 'No torturing Denise with toothpicks.' |
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Kara smirked and rolled her eyes upward. 'Oh Dad, you're so weird.' |
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