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ed’s old Corolla barely made it up the steep concrete, palm tree-lined drive to the house. My God, it wasn’t a house. It was a mansion, a small hotel, opulent white with contemporary angles. It had windows that reflected the morning sun, a lush green lawn, flowering bushes, and fruit trees. God, this is what the word fecund looks like, Red thought with a rush of jealousy.
“Lynn,” Sasha greeted her, opening the wide, beveled glass front door. Light spilled across the contoured angles of Sasha’s face, a little swollen from pregnancy, but wrinkle-free, smooth and beautiful in the prime of her life. Her new boss was dressed in all white again, tight white leggings and a billowy sheer blouse over a white crop top.
“You’re right on time,” Sasha said. Her smile revealed those perfect whit
