Calendar Girl

 

March 5

2 a.m.        Melinda peeks again. Now, she knows.

 

I’ve got it all planned.

Behind her, the sound of the hair dryer had stopped.

The bathroom door opened, and a shadow fell over her.

And she closed the book....





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