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Bobby was out for three days with some kind of virus that kept him in bed most of the time. I manned the office on my own. It was inefficient and inconvenient but workable on a temporary basis. I’d managed this way when Grace missed work on rare occasions. She sent me a post card from Paris, reminding me she wouldn’t be back to work for yet another month.
Although my mind was on Megan whenever it wasn’t focused elsewhere, I avoided her. Her threat to report me to the American Psychiatric Association could not be ignored; yet, I wasn’t ready to confront her without some kind of plan in mind. And, the more I learned of Megan, the more anxious I became. I needed to get to Nick’s place and check out the rowboat. Finding it would be one more thing to weigh the scale against her. A part of
