CHAPTER 6
GOOD OLD GIRLSHouston, Texas
Cybil read the letter for the third time, not quite believing what it said. That son of a b***h isn’t coming. And after all we did for him.
She clutched the letter with both hands, and, for a moment, thought of tearing it up. But it was a personal letter from the president. There was no sense in tearing the letter up, despite the content. She tucked it into a drawer of her private desk then prepared for the meeting with the girls.
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Coop pulled her car into an empty space in the garage and walked across the bridge to the building, taking time to evaluate what might be discussed or proposed for the meeting. Cybil had told her about Tom not attending the celebration, which meant she would be in a tizzy and likely unpredictable. That wasn’t good.
