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The next day, eager to share the suspicious package incident with a close friend, Cory called Betty, but she wasn’t available. She was about to ring Joe and Roberta, when her own phone rang. It was Joe.
“You must have read my mind, Joe. I was about to phone you.”
“Remember how often that happened in grad school, Cory?”
“Yes. You called it ‘serendipity’, and I called it ‘psychic’.”
Joe sighed. “Those were the days.”
“I remember them well, but without the stress of school, our best days are now,” Cory reflected.
“You’re right, Cory. Say, I’d like to drive over and see you as soon as possible.”
She was startled. Joe had never asked to visit her. Their get-togethers were usually on his turf—the beautiful, comfortable estate he and Roberta had designed together that had been her
