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PRESENT DAY, THE TWENTY-EIGHTH OF October, 2017, Houston, Texas, Saturday morning, time to go to the airport for her departure for San Diego. But Lyn set out for downtown Houston by a route that passed Rice, the Hotel ZaZa, and the museums. The Southwest Freeway was the direct route, but the calm of the less-traveled streets was better to wash away her truculence.
The day before, she’d finished her draft agreement without too much struggle, as she’d predicted while she was talking to Jay, and sent it to her client. Next, her travel plans were made and an email sent to Jay. By that evening, she was in high spirits, sipping from a glass of wine and stuffing beachwear into her suitcase. Holding up a blue skirt, she pictured it swinging around her hips while she pranced in the ocean shall
