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“Hello?” The voice at the other end was hushed, similar to Jeanne’s. “Anyone there?”
“Yes. May I speak with Jeanne Kerr?” I crossed my fingers.
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“Who’s asking?” the voice cracked.
“Its Regina Louise, I think we may’ve met a—”
“I don’t believe so,” the stranger interrupted, her voice turning a shade defensive.
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