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somebody?” he asked suspiciously.
“I’m helping Mrs. Rhode.”
He nearly dropped a coffee pot laughing.
“That tough old bird? What kind of arrangement is that?”
I explained everything.
Joe listened quietly, then nodded once.
“She likes you,” he said. “That’s not nothing.”
I pretended not to care.
But I thought about those words all day.
I had no idea what family continue reading …
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