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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Burning Up
Renee As it turns out, Wilson didn’t have to sneak us into the funeral, after all. When Mrs. Coulier came out of the Alpha’s office forty minutes later, she went right up to Avalon and gave her a bone-crushing hug, and then timidly asked her if she would consider coming to her husband's funeral. Wow, Avalon’s small show of kindness made quite the impact. Maybe she was a better actress than I thought. We still called the curly-haired guy to drive us, since Josiah was using his vehicle. Wilson was extra thrilled when both Avalon and I piled into the car. “I got shotgun this time,” I called, letting myself into the front passenger seat. “Fine, fine,” Avalon agreed, sliding into the rear seat. “But I get it on the way back.” Wilson jiggled his keys nervously, glancing first at Av
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