“Why am I not surprised?”
Maggie Scarborough was the lucky recipient of Nora’s next call. She listened to her daughter, then started to frown. All at once Virginia wasn’t nearly far enough away.
“Nora, I know you were trying to be a good daughter,” Maggie lectured her in the stern tone she used whenever she felt hemmed in by Nora. “But I’d really rather you didn’t discuss my private affairs with a stranger.”
“Mark Fingerhut is a practicing physician, not some Peeping Tom.”
Maggie tightened her grip on the telephone receiver. “No man has seen me that way since your father died.”
“Well, then this is your chance,” Nora told her.
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