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Charlie
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MADDOX WAS RIGHT. I couldn’t avoid him forever.
“Hello.”
“Hey, sweetheart. You’ve been gone all day. I was just wondering if you were going to be home for dinner,” he asked, a smile in his voice.
“Ah, about that.”
I told him that I was in Iowa and would be moving out there for good. When I was finished, there was a long pause and then he started in on me about making rash, bad decisions.
“Actually,” I said crisply, “I had all intentions of making great decisions, but you pretty much f****d that up for me.”
“Excuse me?” he replied, shocked.
I told him that I’d received another anonymous call about him and checked his laptop.
“I found an email you sent to the school in Davenport. Apparently, you paid them off so they wouldn’t accept
