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“Excuse me. I was hoping you could give me directions.”
Kate waited for the woman on the sidewalk.
“I’m looking for 1783 Main Street and Abigail Stevens.”
“May I ask what your business is with Ms. Stevens?” Kate politely inquired.
“I’m sorry; it’s of a personal nature.”
“I’m sorry. Ms. Stevens is a dear friend, and I’m not comfortable giving out personal information to strangers. I’m sure you can understand.” Kate stood between the woman and the door to What’s Perkin’.
“I appreciate you protecting her privacy, but I do need to speak with her. It’s very important.” She pulled a business card from her pocket. “Would you give her my card and ask her to call me on my cell?”
Kate paused to read it.
Noreen Landry, Massachusetts Department of Social Services
“Oh, are you here to do a
