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Apparently, Beatrice had forgotten.
I answered the phone.
“Hello?”
Her voice came sharp and impatient.
“Samantha, finally. I need you at the house by five-thirty.”
I stared at the ceiling.
“Excuse me. Who is this?”
The silence that followed was almost beautiful.
“What do you mean, who is this? It’s Beatrice!”
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