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Cady must have picked up the telephone receiver fifty times in the following weeks, and each time she prevaricated. Sometimes she got as far as dialing the number Quinn had given her. Other times she picked up the receiver and hung it up again before she’d even managed to punch in the first number.
What was she doing? She asked herself the same question for the umpteenth time, as once again, she picked up the phone on a whim and just as quickly, slammed the receiver down again.
“You know, those things tend to work much better if you dial the whole number and let the person at the other end answer.”
Cady started when she heard Meredith’s voice. Turning around, she discovered Gran was seated at the desk in the study and watching her from over the top of her glasses.
“I didn’t realize
