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d rather walk,” Danielle said, stoht

Riley thought that the tall woman looked like she’d just stepped out of the Dust Bowl Her hair was ray and piled on top of her head with a bunch of strands escaping Nojeans, and an untucked though neatly ironed floral-patterned faded pink shirt

The wohed and turned to Riley “Sorry you had to hear that, hon, but Danielle had a right to get her tail feathers ruffled”

“Did she say so about an armadillo?”

The tall wonation “Yep”

Riley extended her hand “I’m Riley Moon froht He’s expecting me”

“I’irl stopping by, even if it is just business And look at you with all that curly red hair and big brown eyes And you got a nose that’s cute as a button I bet you work out too”

“I like to run when I get the chance It clears my mind”

“Well, I’lad to see you here Emmie doesn’t have many visitors these days”

Riley liked that this woht, one of the richest men in the country, plain old “Emmie” Maybe the rumors she’d heard were untrue Maybe he wasn’t as aloof and eccentric as the press reported

Myra turned back to the door and gave a disgusted grunt “The dang thing closed behind me,” she said

She tried the handle Locked She entered a number into the keypad beside the door Still locked She tried another nu

“Shoot,” she said “This is supposed to be a sh to let me in?”

Myra shifted in front of the camera that was part of the keypad, pushed a button, and said, “Hello, Emmie,” a little too loud, like Riley’s ain”

A man’s voice came over the intercom “Aunt Myra? Is that you?”

The man sounded distracted, as if he had just been pulled away fro of Game of Thrones