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once.
At three that afternoon, Victor arrived at my guesthouse without knocking.
Two men followed him inside.
“Margaret,” he said with a tight smile, “you’ve embarrassed yourself enough.”
“I’m busy.”
He stepped farther into the room anyway. “You’re confused. Angry. Claire says you’ve been behaving strangely.”
I tilted my head.
“She told you that?”
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