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worst was yet to come. I tried telling B.C. how I felt, but it was obvious she didn't understand. She hasn't as yet learned to listen to that silent, secret and all too often painfully accurate signal emanating from somewhere deep within her. She'd learnin time. |
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I still had a mouthful of ham salad when I dialed. Lucy answered on the third ring. ''Where the hell have you been?'' she snarled. |
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Leave it to Lucy. "Can I tell you that's an unacceptable way to answer the telephone. How do you know it wasn't someone important like the President of the United States, maybe?" |
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"You're the only one who ever calls in on your unlisted number," she grumbled. "In fact, you're so damn secretive about it you're probably the only one besides me that even knows you've got it." |
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As usual, I chose to ignore her. "Look, this whole thing is winding down, but I've still got my hands full." |
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"Full of what?" she shot back. She still hadn't let go of the fact that I was traveling with someone she considered to be a threat to my morals. |
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I ignored her again. "What were you able to dig up?" |
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"You're referring to Sate, I take it?" |
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"No," I snapped back, "let's talk about how damn difficult it's going to be for you |
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