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Chapter 8.2

“Dixie? Dixie!” He reached across the coffee table separating them and squeezed her knee, giving it a little shake. “Dixie?”

Dixie shook herself out of the ridiculous trance or whatever she’d been in. “I’m sorry,” she said, her mind clear now, clear and vehemently denying the silly idea that kept leaping at her. An idea that was preposterous.

“Dixie?”

She pushed herself to her feet. “That’s an incredible story,” she said. “I’m sorry you had to go through such a traumatic experience. I assume that everything went well. You look perfectly healthy to me.”

“I am healthy, especially if I keep up with my meds and exercise.” “Oh, well, that’s wonderful.” She started toward the front door, her

movements sharp and jerky. “I’m really glad for you.” “Dixie, come sit down.”

“You’ve said what you came to say. Oh.” She stopped and turned around. “I forgot your check. Wait here.”

“Dixie, sit down.”

Her eyes were overbright. Her hands fluttered in the air. “I’m glad you came by to tell me this, but I
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