Of Pillows and Pampering
Sally took a deep breath and her voice turned cold, “Aunt Sylvia, you know very well that I’m still attending school, I don’t have any money at all.”
Sylvia Summers laughed, “Of course I know you don’t have any money, but aren’t you married?”
“That blind man...no no, your husband…”
“His money is his, not mine.”
Sally was completely awake by now, thanks to the woman on the other side of the phone. She sat up and realized that she had been laying on the bed in Elijah’s wedding room.
...did she sleepwalk back to the room again?
“Sal?”
Sylvia Summers was blabbering on one end of the conversation, yet she heard nothing but silence on the other, so she started yelling. “Sal, I rarely call you, muc
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