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Dark Secrets 1 by Elizabeth Chandler5/22/2023 Before I could, however, the Wisteria police called. Growing uneasy, I decided to tell Mom about the phone message. Early the next morning I tried again to reach her. Though I figured this was one more overblown event, I stayed up till two a.m., calling her cell phone repeatedly. Thanks to her talent for melodrama, my sister could turn a small misunderstanding in a school cafeteria into tragic opera. Liza was a year ahead of me, but in many ways I was the big sister, always getting her out of her messes-and she got in quite a few. I called her immediately, if somewhat reluctantly. I RETRIEVED MY sister’s message about eleven o’clock that night when I arrived home at our family’s New York apartment. Okay, listen, I have to get back to rehearsal. Why haven’t you come? I wish you’d pick up the phone. Jenny, where are you? You promised you’d visit me. Did you get my e-mail? I don’t know what to do. Jenny? Jenny, are you there? Please pick up the phone, Jen.
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