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the registration receipt by Monday morning at nine o’clock.”

Brenda nodded quickly, her chin dipping three or four times. “Yes, we can do that, we will go tomorrow morning, I will call the office as soon as they open.”

“And the key,” I said.

She reached into her leather purse, her fingers scraping against the zipper. She fished out the heavy brass key continue reading …