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Oh, no No No No

She stared at the wo on the doorstep Despite the heavy heat of the sun, she was dressed in a calf-length skirt,with a wide-bris She looked like the epitome of money and class

Too bad expensive clothes and ood person A well-dressed, clean-shaved ray hair stood behind her

Winifred Hartfield looked her over with a sniff of disapproval She glanced down at her tank top and shorts Her hair was tied back in ato the kitchen for a snack when she’d heard the doorbell

“Well, it seeht You really are living here in this den of inequity”

Den of inequity? What the hell?

“Mrs Hartfield, what are you doing here?” And how could she get her to leave? As quickly as possible?

“I’randsons”

Her grandsons? The one’s she hadn’t even known existed? What had her otten in touch with Winifred? Wasn’t she off somewhere with Rex?

“Looks like you’ve lanced over her shoulder at the house beyond “But at what cost to those darling grandsons of mine?”

“Your grandsons? The sarandsons that you paid me to abort?”

The older woray-haired man reached up to place his hand on the other woman’s arm Brave Wasn’t he worried that he’d develop a case of frostbite?

“Winifred, perhaps you should tell Ms Lane e’re here”

Oh, Aspen knehy she was here Tohell