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Suzanne took in Toby’s faded brown T-shirt on top of her hamper and considered, just for a second, calling him. Then she’d, what, drive over there and return it to him?
“I think not,” she said under her breath as she dumped it in the washer with the rest of her clothes. She’d wash it and add it to the pile she was planning on giving away to charity.
She heard a knock on the front door.
“Hello?” Karen called out. “I’ve never seen your front yard so neat. Didn’t think you liked flowers.”
Suzanne knew she was referring to the small front yard she’d previously let go. Now, with all her free time, she’d decided it could use some landscaping and had added a flower bed at the front of the house, along with two planter boxes below the front window, with marigolds, asters, and a small white
