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from Return to Sandy Shores by Shirley Holder Platt

Copyright © 2019–2021 Shirley Holder Platt

Chapter 7 - Sam

I pushed through the heavy door of Berryhill’s, and my friends waved me over to a booth they’d already occupied. They each got up and gave me a hug and sympathetic looks.

“Was it as bad as you thought it would be?” Lyle asked.

“Worse. Let me go order, and I’ll tell you about it,” I said. They nodded and sat back down. Angie dipped a chip into the bowl of salsa and dropped half of it onto the table. Lyle swiped it clean with a napkin, and Vee drank her...

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