I was house-sitting for my boss. I was very good and didn’t even feel tempted to go through her closets, pantry, or doors. She lived in a 1970s-style ranch house with a mild A-frame type living room with big windows. I saw Cyndi, harried and hurried, drive by in a burgandy Suburban.

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