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As I started regularly going out with Jack, my absences at dinnertimes became more frequent.
"You seem to be much busier now, Miss Dana," grandpa observed, eating a bite of toast. "Are you spending more time with that beau of yours?"
"Well, yes," I said, taking another bite of bacon. Bettie had started to mix it up with mushrooms and spinach, to make it healthier, so I had to scrounge my plate looking for the tasty bits.
Grandpa nodded.
"He seems like a nice man, for sure. But are you aware that some men who would court you are doing so without sincerity?" he said, buttering up another piece of toast.
"You mean, do I know that sometimes people like me get assigned with spies?" I asked. He seemed so surprised, he didn't take a bite of the toast, looked at it awkwardly, and just pla
