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"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise."
Peninah Ford smiles in her wheelchair when I enter the livingroom. The tall man who's always pushing her around stands when he sees me. Still dressed in the same black suit. Strangely, this time around he smiles at me.
"Good morning, ma'am." He stretches his hand toward me. "I'm Ted. Nice to meet you."
"I believe we have met already, Ted."
I decline his handshake. They both seem really suspicious to me. They were not nice to me at the funeral. Neither were they at the attorney's office. So, why would they be nice to me now? It doesn't make sense.
"Good morning, young lady." Peninah greets. "I want us to talk."
"About what?"
"I'd like us to talk over some tea." She demands. "I like mine with a little more sugar."
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