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Stan parked his truck outside Lenore’s house and she stepped out. Before she closed the door he leaned across the seat and looked to her. “Remember your swear!” he reminded her.
She rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut. “I don’t think you’ll let me forget it,” she teased.
Stan drove off and she waved her goodbyes to him. Lenore turned to her comfortable two-story home and walked up to the door.
“Lenore!” a voice called.
Lenore froze and inwardly groaned. She plastered a fake smile on her face and turned around. A short, pudgy, bespectacled, balding man in a white shirt and blue shorts hurried over to her from the yard next door. She was loathe to admit it, but this toady of a man was her neighbor. “Good day, Mr. Godding,” she greeted him as he stopped in front of her.
