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John watched Noreen hug Connie before his sister closed the front door behind them. He took Connie’s hand and led her down the front steps, but came close to falling down them himself because he was too busy puzzling over what he’d seen.
“What did you do to her?”
“Nothing.” Connie climbed up into the truck easily, despite the skirt that flashed a fascinating bit of leg he’d never noticed in camp shorts.
“You did something. Whacked her on the head? Alien abduction? What? This morning she lectured me on how she didn’t trust you. Now she’s hugging you like I don’t know what.” John climbed in and cranked the engine over. He turned the heat up right away. She was gonna freeze without pants despite wearing his sister’s long coat.
“Your sister’s a smart girl.” They pulled out of the drive
