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THE NEXT MORNING, THE THIRD of November, 2017, Houston, Lyn’s phone vibrated as she was about to leave her house for Will’s offices. She was sure it was Jay, but the phone had slid down to the bottom of her bag and she couldn’t find it amongst all the things she had in there. Frantic, she sat down on the floor and emptied everything in her bag onto the floor next to her.
“Hello,” she said, out of breath.
“Catch you at a bad time?” Jay asked.
“I’m sitting on the floor,” she said. “I had to pour out everything in my bag to find my phone. Now I’m surrounded by trash. It’s embarrassing. Good that you can’t see it.”
“Why, I’d never think you were trashy, darling,” he said.
“Oh, isn’t it nice of you to say so.”
“My pleasure. So, I’ll be at the ranch late tomorrow afternoon. But you ca
