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“And there’s a flight tomorrow afternoon with plenty of room in first class.”
“I much prefer first class,” she admitted.
“Yes. I know.”
Opal scooted to the edge of her chair and wiggled her feet around until they found her shoes. “You’re in mourning,” she said, hanging on to Precious. “You should be indulged right now. I’ve lost a husband, remember. I know what this is like. I wish Mayer’s children from his first wife had left me alone to go through his belongings, but they were not nearly as considerate as I.”
That was Opal. Ousted with all the delicacy of a cattle prod and taking credit for being considerate.
I’m not in mourning! Nikki wanted to shout. I’m enraged! I am so damn tired of getting screwed!
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