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my bag on my shoulder.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have Italian class.”

The glass doors slid open behind me.

As I stepped inside, I looked back once and gave Susan the only smile I would ever owe her.

“Arrivederci.”

The doors closed between us.

The elevator had just begun its climb when my phone rang again. Unknown number.

I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Grandma?”

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