One woman was old, with springy white hair and black-framed glasses, who pointed upward, as if someone had put her in charge, and the third was a beautiful blonde at the top of a tall, A-frame ladder. Now.” “Oh for God’s—” “Now” he said evenly, fiercely. Home was Chico, California, just a few hours away, but no one—not her brother and sister, not Bobby’s family—thought what she was doing was a good idea. “Or I’ll get someone to go up the goddamn ladder, but it’s not you.” “Jack! Her stomach made itself heard again and she put a hand against her belly, pushing. Erin Elizabeth Foley—Marcie Sullivan’s older sister, a 34-year-old attorney....
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