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Marcus
I give Emma a dozen chances to come clean for the rest of our time on the beach and as we drive back to her grandparents’ house, but she says nothing about the news she received. Or at least I’m hoping she received; it’s possible Clara Metz didn’t take the bait, though the realtor I sent to talk to her this morning said Emma’s landlady definitely seemed intrigued.
But no.
My little redhead looked upset when she got off the phone—far more than warranted by the brief separation from her cats.
I feel bad about causing her distress, but I see no other choice. I have to get Emma to move in with me, and what better way than getting her to move, period? Besides, even if I hadn’t sent the realtor to enlighten Emma’s landlady as to the rising property values in her neighborhood, Metz
