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Chapter Four The phone was ringing when I walked in the door, I raced to pick it up. "Xana," Betsy's voice was comforting. "Hi, I'm glad you called." "You’re sounding strange," she stated. "No, no not at all." It wasn't time to confess to her my peculiar feelings, or to admit how my mysterious Nathan was effecting my life. "I thought you were on your way back east?" "I am, in the airport in fact, and I just picked up The Chronicle." "So?" "You getting the paper these days?" "No, why?" "That's best, you wouldn't want to see this." "Tell me." "Peter." "Yeah . . ." "The society column, Peter Percival at an Institute fund raiser with Daphne Reynolds on his arm." "Really." I couldn't feel a thing, except some rambling agitation in my abdomen. It wasn't emotional it was somethi