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Having helped the poor Nash Titchfield estate agent put her clothes on, and having driven her car back to her office in town, Laura sat in front of the steering wheel, not knowing what to say. "Do you want me to help you inside?" The woman shook her head, wiping her face, trying to stop crying. "Are you sure? It's the least I can do."
"Get out of my car!" The agent shot her a glare. "Now!"
Not wanting to add insult to injury, Laura nodded, opening the driver's door. "For what it’s worth, I'm sorry! I never expected anything like this."
The woman and grabbed Laura's arm before she got out. "Tell them I'll not say a word, please. They've nothing to worry about from me."
Before she got out, Laura said she would. "Like I said, I'm sorry!"
Walking away, she decided to take a walk home
