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Under the orange glow of the parking lot lights, I noticed the dark stain on the skirt of Grace’s yellow dress. A splash of dark sauce had smeared across the hem, likely from when Diane had snatched the plate from the table.
I knelt on the gravel, pulling a damp napkin from my handbag.
“Hold still, sweetie,” I said, gently dabbing at continue reading …
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