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"Dolores. Good you came in, come quick to introduce you to someone." As soon as I passed in front of the study, Mr. Westbrook called me in.
"Yes," I said, taking a peek in. I didn't like what I saw. A young woman was standing very close to him. His arm was even around her shoulders. It was like a slap in the face.
"This is Sherry Knight."
And dressed like a cherry, she was, maybe making an homage to her name. The red pantsuit with the white silk blouse, yes, a cherry indeed. I didn't like her just from just looking at her. There was an effort to her looks, not like me and my wild loosened hair and daisy duke shorts.
"Hello." I wanted to go in, but as always, grass-stained feet with grass from playing in the garden.
"Hi." Her voice was sultry, and I saw her smirk as she took in how I looked. What can I do? I'm nineteen, and I'm at home. What was her excuse for looking so sour all o
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