Chapter Twenty Four
Andrea woke up knowing how she was going to spend the two thousand dollars she’d won. Her decision haunted her all day.
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Andrea’s hand snaked into her pocket yet again as she hurried down the hall. She felt for the two envelopes, reassuring herself. The intention she’d awakened with hadn’t diminished during the day—if anything, it had grown.
She hesitated at the door. Am I really doing this? She answered her question by ringing the bell.
The gray-haired host opened the door. “Good evening.” He had a restrained smile. She hadn’t changed from her jumpsuit.
“Hello.”
Closing the door, the host followed Andrea. The men were scattered through the room. They looked over at her, smiling politely without showing much interest. Only Tim—the one she and Marjorie had bee
