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Helen and Keith make a deal

Their food came. Keith studied his plate of spaghetti and meatballs, dropped the napkin over his lap and began playing in the plate, nudging strands around with his fork. Muttered, “Nothing’s the end of the damned world.”

She reached in her shoulder bag, handed him a folder. “Go home. Any questions about these charts, call me. Continue Reading →

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