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Elisabeth wondered how much longer she could stand breathing the same air as Christine Roberts.
Yes, she was friendly. Oh-so-friendly. The type of golden-haired princess who put her hand on your arm as she reacted with intense interest to whatever you were saying. Touchy-feely.
Yankees aren't touchy-feely, Elisabeth reflected. Christine must be from somewhere outside of New England. Someplace where people don't mind touching each other.
Don't touch my arm. I'll oh-so-accidentally spill coffee on your beautiful skirt if you do.
She smiled at Christine, thinking irritatedly that Ricky Junior could at least have found her a marital mediator who was old and ugly. He'd said she was new in town but an old friend of the family. Ricky Junior had been eager to help Elisabeth out after she'd
