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It was as if Vanessa were the family cat; not an actual
human being。 She needed to be back in the real world; among people who respected her and
didn?t just act like she was a piece of furniture。 She?d been in the picture…perfect Hamptons for no
more than fifteen minutes; and she was already ready to leave。
Arriving at the third set of stairs; Vanessa climbed toward her attic suite。 At least she?d have
some privacy and maybe even a little luxury up here; right? She reached the top step; and glanced
around; looking for a door she could shut。 But no; the stairs went straight into the attic…room;
where the pitched ceiling was so low; she had to duck to step inside。 What。The。 Fuck。
Taking heaving; pseudocalming breaths; she walked straight down the middle of the hot; stuffy
room?the only possible route she could take without ducking。 She dropped her bag on the floor
and tried to push the one small window open。 Stuck。 More than stuck。Painted shut。 Shit; shit; shit。
Vanessa stripped off her suddenly sweaty faded black T…shirt and unzipped her duffel。 She
pushed aside her hair trimmers and the yellow…and…black bumble…bee…striped one…piece bathing
suit that she?d swiped from Jenny?s underwear drawer; looking for her black ribbed cotton tank
top。
?Great; you found it。?
She turned to see Ms。 Morgan; now thankfully wearing a white sundress; standing at the top of
the attic stairs。 Good; she was dressed。Vanessa; unfortunately; was not。
This wasn?t quite the hot summer she?d had in mind。
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Air Mail … Par Avion … July 10
Hey Dan!
How?s everything going in the city? I loooooove Prague。 I?ve been spending my afternoons at
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