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with a seriousness that didn’t belong on an eight-year-old face.
When I stood, Rosa touched my elbow and handed me a folded linen napkin. Inside were two gold bracelets.
“Eleanor left these in the powder room,” she said. “Thought you should have them before she says staff stole them.”
“Thank you.”
Then the front gate buzzer sounded.continue reading …
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