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The drive to Winnie’s was uneventful. Pad kept a watchful eye but nothing struck him as out of the ordinary. Ellie drove fast, hugging the corners like a race car driver while her passenger enjoyed the view inside the car as much as out.
In contrast, Ellie drove cautiously up a long, tree-lined, brick paved driveway. “To call this a house is an understatement. It’s really an estate,” she said, peering through the windshield. “Look at the flower beds, they’re stunning!”
Pad looked around. “This is beautiful. I enjoy landscaping that doesn’t look like it’s trying too hard, if you get my drift.”
“I agree. Do you think she takes care of the gardens herself?” Ellie jumped when she heard a woman’s laughter.
“No, Eleanor, I have someone who takes care of weeding and such, but I do love to
