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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Vanessa eyed the old Cadillac that sat idly in the carriage house as Alison pulled her Mini Cooper in next to it.  She commented on what a shame it was to leave it there collecting dust and suggested that Alison have a mechanic look at it to see why it wouldn’t start.

Their arms were laden with shopping bags as they struggled to pull the door to the carriage house closed.  Frustrated, Vanessa set her bags onto the hood of Wilma’s Volkswagen Beetle so that she could use all of her strength to maneuver the rusty pulleys.

“It looks like Wilma beat us home,” Vanessa said as she collected her bags. “She’s probably fixed us something to eat.”

“I could eat again,” Alison said.  “I’d rather do that than make her feel bad after rushing home to cook.  I need to get a better idea of the schedules around here. I think her day off should last through the night.  I wouldn’t like h

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