||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:55:32 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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How, indeed? She didnвЂ™t want to get into her suspicions about the powers of the box. вЂњWe got an early start and everyone just pitched in.вЂќвЂњItвЂ™ll probably start sticking to the roads pretty soon,вЂќ Beau said. вЂњUnless you want Kelly home with you tonight I think IвЂ™ll suggest that she stay with Mama. I could get called out to handle traffic problems or something.вЂќAuthorвЂ™s Note
Little Jennifer Baca was no longer the scrawny twelve-year-old that Sam had remembered. SheвЂ™d driven over to the gallery where Kelly said Jen worked, hoping to catch her with a little free time for an informal interview and finding the place as devoid of customers as Kelly described. At thirty, Jen stood tall, slender and elegant in a broomstick skirt and silk tunic top that hugged her youthful curves and set off spectacular examples of turquoise and gold jewelry.
Sam came instantly awake.
вЂњIвЂ™ll never lose these extra pounds if you keep treating me this way,вЂќ she told Beau as they cleared the paper plates away and put coffee on to brew.Thank heaven for Darryl. HeвЂ™d played the game as well as she could imagine it being done. Jumping when the inspector said jump, fixing each small item as it was pointed out (turning the soap dispenser to face forward instead of to the right, for peteвЂ™s sake!); knowing when the guy was being plain unreasonable and putting up a polite argument; knowing when the man was flat-out wrong and pointing to the rule book when necessary. Sam could have never done it without the contractorвЂ™s help. She made a mental note to think of a suitable thank-you gift.
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