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‘Are you seeing Tyler again today?’ Andrea wanted to know. She was fiddling at her computer, ordering linens and other bedroom necessities for the retreat, which was only a day away.
‘Is that okay?’ I asked, feeling guilty. I’d spent almost every day for the past two months with Tyler, in lieu of pursuing freelance work or helping Andrea set up for the NewLife retreat. The house had populated around me with NewLife dolls in various stages of development. Delivery trucks had steadily streamed in with the spoils of Andrea and Rob’s trips to antique shops around the Hudson Valley. Andrea had insisted on handling the planning of the week’s menu as well as the procurement and prep of food, rather than bringing in a caterer for every meal. The first group of attendees was scheduled to arriv
