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The Monday after Thanksgiving, Trisha landed past lunchtime, after Susan and Mike left, and didn’t give me a chance to even say hi.
“Have you seen the news?” she cried, and smashed the phone in my face.
I read the headline and frowned, trying to compute the words. Brandon Price is leaving Haunters after season ten. What the flying fuck?
Trisha saw me gawk and pushed me to the east parlor.
“May we?” she asked before pushing me in.
“Of course.”
Trisha made me sit down on the couch under the window and left me there.
“Are you okay, Fran?” asked Ann.
“Yes, yes, I’m just surprised,” I got to say before Trisha came back with both tablets and set them on the coffee table.
“You guys need to hear this,” she said, browsing the whole article on her phone. “Hold tight. I’m gonna read it all.”
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