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... eached her.
She stopped mid-bite. The fork hovered in the air. Slowly, her hand lowered.
Something dark flickered across her face. Then heat rushed up her spine...hot, sudden, and ugly.
The metal fork clattered onto her plate.
She pushed back her chair and stood.
Heads turned.
Her heels clicked sharply against the stone as she crossed the lawn toward the buffet table, each step stiff with wounded pride.
"Uncle Gerald," she called, her voice ...
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