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Normal
We didn’t make our escape quite as quickly as I’d hoped, mostly because when I called Sydney, it turned out she was working until five. “But Anthony has the night off, so that’s something,” she told me. “How about we meet you at Bocce at about a quarter to six? It’s going to be crazy-busy, but maybe you can get there a little early and get our names on the waiting list.”
I said that was fine, and hung up. Since she was at work, she didn’t have a chance to really talk, but I could tell she was bursting with questions as to why we were here in Jerome rather than up in Flagstaff. Good question. I’d begun to wonder the same thing myself.
Unfortunately, she’d have to wait a while to get any actual answers, because no way was I going to talk about any of this stuff in front of Anth
