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carried well through the darkening courtyard. "My dear Professor Halson!"

Mom turned, saw him, and bounded over the bridge as she answered, "My dear Professor Waites!"

Then they were embracing, and saying things in low tones between kisses that grew increasingly passionate by the second.

"Oh god, I knew it," Frankie said, not having to force herself to look away.

"He must be a co-worker," Peter surmised, still watching.

"You think?" Frankie swatted her brother on the arm. "Stop looking, perv!"

"Don't you think it's nice to see her happy, though?"

Frankie nodded, "Sure, sure it is." She'd had a good idea that Mom was seeing someone. A girl could tell. And Frankie definitely understo...

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