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PoppyFriday 9: 15 PM
FROM A DISTANCE, I watch the Jaguar appear and swivel into the private driveway. I'm sure the silver Range Rover trailing behind is Hunter. Earlier, I worried he wouldn't show up but hoped journalistic curiosity would win, and it did. I slump into my seat as Hunter's car approaches, watching him park two cars behind. In the side-view mirror, lights dim. He peers ahead at women and men entering the home, as I've done for an hour, anxious to view a man called Pennington. But I wouldn't know him if I saw him. The only facets of Pennington I've gathered are his address, car, and name. When Patrice told me his name is Ted Pennington, I snickered then frowned at her deceit. Everyone knows Pennington is a teddy bear or is it Paddington. Anyway, it sounds suspicious. Why
