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Andrea turns around, and looks into the room through the doorway. She flashes a scheming smile. “Mrs. Hamilton do you want to accompany me back to the room now?” she asks. “You!” Mrs. Florence Hamilton snarls, “What will it take to get rid of you?” Andrea typically believes in keeping her cool, in negotiating things gently and civilly, but she knows she has to stand her ground with Lance’s grandmother. She stands tall and lifts her chin defiantly. “I want you to call Mr. Francis Hamilton and tell him that I’m to blame for everything bad that has happened,” she says evenly, “It had nothing to do with Lance. Ask Mr. Hamilton to let him go.” “Ok,” Florence agrees, “That’s no problem.” Andrea begins to climb the stairs, then turns. “And, I hope we’re celebrating my birthday at the party