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The phone rang the next morning. Juliette’s voice sailed through the receiver like a ship’s horn.
“Annie, darling! We had such a wonderful time yesterday. The children are still talking about those ribs!”
“I’m glad they enjoyed them.”
“Oh, and we’re all coming for the Fourth of July! The whole gang. We’ll make it a weekend. Won’t that be fun?”
I gripped the phone tighter. “The whole… weekend?”
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