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Sophia stirred the scrambled eggs and glanced over her shoulder at Vivi. “Do you know anything about David and Sarah Hayes?”
Vivi had stopped by for breakfast, something she often did on weekends. Her daughter Julianna was ensconced in the living room for her allotted half hour of Saturday morning cartoons. Vivi sat at the small round table in Sophia’s kitchen. She was in the middle of braiding her hair into two side braids. She paused, her hands stilling on her hair. Her eyes narrowed and then widened. “Yeah. You don’t remember hearing what happened with them?”
Sophie gave the eggs one last stir and turned off the burner. She quickly served the eggs on two plates and walked to the table, sliding one plate over to Vivi. “I thought I recognized their names, but I couldn’t remember why.
