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CHAPTER TWO

"Malinda Decraw?" I blinked in shock Mark’s mother stood on my doorstep with a covered casserole in her arms She wore a red coat with a red scarf draped and knotted in a fashionable way She had her long brown entle curls swept over one shoulder As she stood there for a s and stomped her feet in black boots

"Hi, Samantha!" She held out a hand with a war brown locks over her shoulder "Could I come in?"

"Uh, sure" I took two steps back, still dazed

She came inside and rubbed her arms over her coat "Oh, hello, Rebecca How are you dear?"

Becky came forith strained features As Malinda kissed her on the cheek, she looked at the floor "I’ood, Ms Decra are you?"

"It is quite chilly, even for January Don’t you think, Rebecca? I have to say, I’ve gotten to know your htful You must tell her" The warmth Malinda oozed made me take a step back It was immediate and seemed heartfelt Her eyes twinkled a bit as she spoke to Becky, who seemed shy all the sudden

"I will I know she really likes you too"

Malinda’s cheeks were pink and she pressed a hand to her neck as a gushing laugh bubbled forth "Oh dear Have I overwhelmed you? Laura told me that can happen so? He co young man I couldn’t be happier for the two of you"

"Wait--what?" I turned to Becky and lifted an eyebrow "Are you and Ada?"

She stood frozen The blood drained froain and placed a gentle hand to rown quite close She’s told s for Adam I approve, whole-heartedly But I’ve never been a fan of soressive and provocative I say a girl should reo crazy in college That’s the time to find herself Rebecca, sweetheart, hts in college I won’t tell a soul"

I swung between the two and knew I must’ve looked as a scarecrow "Huh? The two of you are close?"

"Oh, heavens, Saain and the sound filled the air Dimples appeared in her flushed cheeks "I live across the street I wasn’t sure if you knew that I’lad you and Mark have become friends, but I wasn’t sure if you were aware of where we lived I know David hasn’t wanted to bother you with that information yet You kno he is; he doesn’t want to put too h so irl You’ve got a clear head on your shoulders, and you’ve got oole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>