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“Wow,” said Veero. “It must be serious.”

O-Man nodded and turned his attention to righting the fallen pins.

Back in the office, Wenchy twirled a lock of her hair around a finger and took a deep breath. Then she picked up the phone.

“Hello Jeananne,” she said.

“Hello Wenchy,” replied Mrs. Wilson.

“It must be important if you’re calling on an off-day!” Her humor had no effect on the other caller.

“It is. How are you?”

“Just fine. So what’s on your mind?”

“I’m concerned about Brandon. Has he seemed distracted to you?”

Wenchy paused for a split-second. “Yes, he has. And out-of-it. Even starry-eyed.”

Mrs. WIlson nodded. “Yes. I’ve almost never seen him like this. Do you think that he’s in love?”

“No doubt about it. Unfortunately,” she said, “it’s with me.”

The air was dead silent for a moment. “It’s not mutual, is it?” she asked with a slight quaver in her voice.

Smiling, Wenchy replied, “Not on your life! But don’t worry — this happens quite a bit.”

Mrs. Wilson sounded circumspect, more curious than shocked. “It does?”

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