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Mrs. Mayer let me in.
“You look a lot better,” I said.
“I’ve actually kept down two whole pieces of toast today.”
“Yay, baby.” Yay, Baby Annie, I could have said, but I think maybe that’s going to stay my secret.
Mrs. Mayer smiled. “Which one of us are you here for?”
“David . . . eventually. But maybe you first?”
“Come on. Mark’s writing. I just made tea.”
I was sure she had no idea what had gone on between David and me, and I wasn’t about to fill her in, but still, she had to guess there was some . . . connection. She knew as much about my past life as I did.
We settled down at the kitchen table, and Mrs. Mayer offered me cookies. “No, thanks. I just ate a pound of chocolate.”
Baby Annie didn’t really like the sound of that. Mrs. Mayer suddenly looked a little pale.
I hurrie
