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17 “Stan, you were right,” Connie said into the phone the next morning. She was bursting with excitement over her clever idea, and couldn’t wait to share it. “What am I right about?” Connie could hear that he sounded sleepy. “Did I wake you up? It’s eleven o’clock. Are you sick?” “No. I just didn’t feel like going to work today. I’ve got a lot on my mind with Angie’s wedding and all. I worried so much about who my new neighbor will be once she moves, I must have dozed off again.” “I’m calling about Angie, so wake up and listen to me!” Connie said. “It’s important!” “Let’s go back to me being right,” Stan muttered. “Angie is going too far with this house business. She’s hardly rational. She told me her sister Maria wanted to have an exorcism done on the house, and Angie doesn’t even