MICHELLE'S CHALLENGE RANG in my head as we walked along the river. The wrought iron gates in the distance that I’d been told we were headed for reminded me of something out of a horror film rather than the happy, skipping through cornfields scene I’d been expecting. If she hadn’t been deep in conversation with Rita I’d have been tempted to ask Michelle …
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