I walked toward the front desk, where Sharon was chatting away with Sue, who worked there, and said, "Hi ladies."Sue smiled a bleached-white smile, wh...le Sharon turned and grabbed my arm while asking, "Is the Starbucks across the street, okay?" Sure," I replied. Then we walked across the street arm in arm, like old friends.I honestly didn't think I'd like her at all, but under her Barbie-doll exterior, Sharon was a thoughtful and intelligent woman. She was five-foot-eight, about two inches. ." She said.Cindy was unrepentant, "And so we were, each other!" She said and then looked at Clea. "She shouldn't have entered without knocking!" She accused Clea.I had to laugh at that, and Clea joined me. "How could she Cindy? I can't see a door-knocker can you?" I said.Clea looked at my daughter, "So you are Bill's daughter Diana." She paused for a moment and then said, "You're just like your mother." She added softly.Diana looked at Clea, "You knew my mommy?" She asked - I must admit I was. More

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