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She sighed and finally sat down, cradling her leg gently on the ottoman.
“Your stepfather said it was important. His daughter, Kylie, is very particular and demanding. He wants her to feel welcome.”
The grown woman with the Range Rover? The wealthy one who lives in that gated community?”
“He told me she’s obsessed with luxury and cleanliness. I am supposed to shovel the snow all the way to the garage, too.
So Kylie could park comfortably when she arrives this evening because Dennis doesn’t want to be ’embarrassed.’”
I stared at her in disbelief. “With a broken leg?”
“He said it was just snow. That I could use the shovel to support myself.”
My hands were shaking now.
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