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I panicked for a moment trying to determine how he would have found out. My name wasn't on my mailbox and since it locked, there was no way he could have looked at my mail. Drunk Holes He chuckled, as my confusion was apparent just from looking at me.
"Yeah. Mrs. Jankowski doesn't know how to keep a secret. She told me all about you."
Ah, one of my gin rummy friends. Drunk Holes I should have known better than to confide in a bunch of little old ladies who have nothing else to do but sit around playing cards and gossiping. Still I wondered just how much 'all about me' really encompassed. Drunk Holes Did she mention that I was a widow whose husband 'died in a tragic accident' (which was all I had mentioned of the incident, claiming that my grief was too fresh to talk about it) and on the verge of a nervous breakdown? Or did she simply leave it at the fact that I was not married and just wanted a vacation?
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