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The following morning, Shawn walked into the library where Elisabeth and Ricky Junior were working. He paused in the doorway, silent, and at first Elisabeth didn’t notice that he was there. Ricky Junior had one hand on the back of her chair as he bent over where she sat, and she was thinking abstractedly that while she really enjoyed his light-hearted company, she didn’t want the relationship to head in the direction he so clearly wanted it to—should she tell him? How should she tell him?—when her skin prickled, alerting her to someone else in the room. She glanced up, words dying on her lips. From the expression on Shawn’s face, he was not happy with what he was seeing. Or perhaps he just wasn’t happy, she couldn’t tell which.
I don’t like his haircut, she thought—it’s too short—then
