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After tending to the cats and closing up the back of the house, I bustled Quentin out the door and directly into the path of a young woman walking up my sidewalk. “Hi,” she said with a friendly grin. Red, frizzy hair, dimples, and a soft figure. Maybe she was one of my students from last semester? Or, one of Quentin’s? “Hello,” Quentin said in a tentative voice, probably trying to place her as well. “How may we assist you?”She faced me. “Jenna?” “Yes, and you are?”For Your Reading Pleasure An Excerpt From A Painting To Die For
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After tending to the cats and closing up the back of the house, I bustled Quentin out the door and directly into the path of a young woman walking up my sidewalk. “Hi,” she said with a friendly grin. Red, frizzy hair, dimples, and a soft figure. Maybe she was one of my students from last semester? Or, one of Quentin’s? “Hello,” Quentin said in a tentative voice, probably trying to place her as well. “How may we assist you?”She faced me. “Jenna?” “Yes, and you are?”
