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LydiaLydiaEarly Monday morning, while lying in bed and listening to Rocky’s deep, methodical snores, Lydia had contrived her plan. She would need two: one plan for what to do if people had seen the article featuring Hanan, and knew and another plan for if no one but she had noticed, and what she would tell Hanan to explain her idiotic comment on Friday about her looking familiar.
The first plan was simple. If people already knew, she would keep quiet. She would fake surprise, and then avoid the topic. She did not want to be a part of anything that could make Hanan uncomfortable, although, if everyone knew, her discomfort was a given. She decided her focus would be to support Hanan however she needed to. If she didn’t want to talk, they wouldn’t, if she did, they would. Lyd
