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Lydia looked shell-shocked, and Doris could tell that her friend was struggling – and failing – to find the right words. Suddenly, Lydia looked past Doris, and her eyes lit up. She rose her hand and shouted, "Hey, Professor Gates, what a coincidence." Her trick didn't work on Doris, though, whose eyes remained fixed on her face. Lydia sighed when she realized that her trick hadn't worked. She frowned, lowered her head, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Doris. You are right. I misspoke. I must admit that I am very impressed with the way you handled things, and who would have guessed that you have access to over three hundred million dollars. You are a rich woman. What are you going to buy? Are you still looking for pendants?" "I have no idea," Doris admitted. "I didn't even know that I had tha