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Mrs. Murphy didn’t waste a second barging into the Sky View Gallery the next morning.
“You should hear some of the things people are saying out there.” She heaved her rear onto a stool and fanned her face. She was wearing a red cape and an old-fashioned bonnet—her “story time” outfit, which seemed appropriate to Evie. “I’ve heard people say you’ve been in love with Brad White since you were kids. They say you’ve been pining after him all these years. You never told me that.”
“Because it’s ridiculous.” Evie sorted through the mail that had come into the gallery during her spontaneous day off. She’d decided to take the high road in response to Brad’s op-ed, mostly because she didn’t see another option she could stomach. “I have absolutely zero interest in Brad White.”
“But you used to
