She blinked at me like I had just spoken a foreign language.
“What are you talking about, Daniel?” she said, still holding that dish of baked ziti like nothing in the world was wrong.
I didn’t answer. I just handed her the note.
She read it once. Then again. Her lips tightened.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about,” …
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