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Bait for Celebs
“I’ve got it! The pendant and the name were all I needed!”
I rubbed my eyes, trying in vain to lift my head from the pillow. Amy sounded awfully awake for my muddled brain.
“You found the ritual?”
“Did I wake you up? Oh, my, sorry, Fran!”
“It’s okay. Can I call you back in ten?”
“Sure, sure.”
It was eight-thirty on a gray cold morning. I kicked myself out of bed, crawled into my winter sweatpants and a baggy turtleneck sweater that fell down to my knees, tied my hair up in a ponytail and felt ready to go back to bed. Instead, I dragged my feet all the way down to the kitchen.
Susan and Mike wouldn’t come until nine, so I had a little while to make my breakfast in the quiet stillness of the house. Before cooking, I went to the east parlor. The cat ball flashed right away.
“Morning, Ann, Lizzie. Amy seems to have good news and I’m about to c
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