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Fortunately, Mika was quick on her feet because before Mrs. Davenport could say another word, Mika charged forward, took both of the Davenports by the arm, and spun them back toward the door.
“You are not welcome here,” Mika said. I stepped up next to her and felt Santiago just behind me.
“We were invited by Ms. Nicholas at the Memorial Service,” Mrs. Davenport said in a silky, smooth voice that dripped with patronizing ick as she and her husband turned back to face the room.
“Well, I am uninviting you,” Mika said. “You need to leave.”
“I’m afraid we can’t do that. This is a public event, and we are part of the public,” Mr. Davenport said in a booming voice that carried across the room, the room that was now eerily silent.
“Actually, yes I can. I can refuse service to anyone I choo
