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... here for work—or for a confrontation. Today, it would be the latter, and I suspected there would be more than one.
The doors creaked open, revealing Señora Alcantara seated at the rearmost chair of the long table, staring out the window, biting her nails.
I might have misinterpreted what Dimalanta meant by upset. She looked more worried than angry.
Señora Alcantara took a few moments to notice me. She had been out of sorts lately—and understandably so. When she finally di ...
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